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,
  whatever the hell that means
  And whisper they may,
  but they will anyway,
  And it's you who'll be living each seconds in between
  
  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...
  
  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