Ooh it’s coldI can feel some kinda cold wind blowMy eyes are closedI can feel some kinda eerie coldBut late at night I look twiceThought I saw someone staring over my, over my shoulderIt’s in the room I can feel it in the roomSomething dead and goneStill somehow it’s hanging onI can hear the sounds like it’s all aroundAnd then I hear it over and over and overTelling me to backtrack this old roadTo look back at the things I’ve been toldSeems you teach the young by getting oldSometimes you can backtrack your own roadIt’s in the roomI know it’s in the roomSomething I can’t really seeBut somehow it’s calling me and calling me and calling meAnd late at night you better look twiceHe’ll be standing on your shoulderTelling you and meTo backtrack this old roadTo look back at the things that I been toldSeems you teach the youngSeems you teach the by getting oldEverybody backtrack your own road(Guitar solo)Listen to me, listen to meBacktrack your own roadLook back at the thingsLook back at the things that we’ve been toldBacktrack your own roadBacktrack your own roadListen to meListen to me