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