On a Saturday morning, I got the terrible news
And I don't want to end up with what the others went through
So I try to keep it out of sight
Disguise the fright, and hope that no one sees inside
Now, I'm stuck with the feeling that I'm not at my best
And maybe all of my theories only add to the mess
Phantom sightings flash through emptiness
They hide what's missed before I know it
Watch the rain on melting snow
When something's lost, you always know
Somewhere, soon, I'll have to grow
But after all of this thinking, I feel the same as my youth
I'm always looking for answers, never wanting the truth
Chasing down a train already missed
I can't resist the hope I cling to
Watch the rain on melting snow
When something's lost, you always know
It's not because I lost control
Somewhere, soon, I'll have to grow