Last time I was here
It was 1994
And I don't remember
A thing
It was an ordinary day
Felt black as Satan's heart
I think it was a Friday
And a Sunday
I can look back now
With some longing and regret
And wonder why it is
I travel in circles
I can see it ahead/ behind
I can hear '94 calling again
Having trouble being sure
That I don't want to go