Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
  And it may be a trick of the firelight
  But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
  Is a book I'm afraid to write
    It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life
  And it's cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
  And it's all there to see as the section reveals
  There's some sorrow in every life
    If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
  Then I won't understand 'til the end of my days
  I'm still forced to remember,
  Remember the words of my life
    There are promises broken and promises kept
  Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept
  There's a chapter of secrets, and words to confess
  If I lose everything that I possess
  There's a chapter on loss and a ghost who won't die
  There's a chapter on love where the ink's never dry
  There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies.
    Though the pages are numbered
  I can't see where they lead
  For the end is a mystery no-one can read
  In the book of my life
    There's a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons
  There are pages of conflicts that nobody won
  And the battles you lost and your bitter defeat,
  There's a page where we fail to meet
    There are tales of good fortune that couldn't be planned
  There's a chapter on god that I don't understand
  There's a promise of Heaven and Hell but I'm damned if I see
    Though the pages are numbered
  I can't see where they lead
  For the end is a mystery no-one can read
  In the book of my life
    Now the daylight's returning
  And if one sentence is true
  All these pages are burning
  And all that's left is you
    Though the pages are numbered
  I can't see where they lead
  For the end is a mystery no-one can read
  In the book of my life