Time after time, feels like I'm fading away

Stopped on a dime, staring into space

And clarity comes, and clarity goes

But for all these epiphanies, I'm still lost

Holding the roses



At the start of your life, are you given a golden key

To personalize, so carefully

And slowly you groove it, make it your own

And when you find where it fits well, swing it wide

And follow him home, examine his soul



And if the moment hums with something deep and low

Hold on, hold on

And if your timing comes like you're a single soul

Hold on, hold on, hold on...



I know it's hard, yeah, you've got a complicated scene,

They tell you listen to your heart, yeah, whatever the hell that means

And whisper they may, but they will anyway,

And it's you who'll be living each minute in between



Chorus....





Bridge: Confessions and awakenings

Streetcorner serenades, and midnight trains

Truthful fiction at the heart of things

Believing in the game





Time after time, feels like I'm fading away

Stopped on a dime, staring into space

And clarity comes, and clarity goes

But for all these epiphanies, I'm still lost

Holding the roses, holding the roses, holding the roses