The truth of the moment is
I feel I could cry
Applying a coat of paint
And watching it dry
The push and the pull of life
Is a delicate art
If I force or I hurry it
I find that I'm immobilized
And barely over the start
And while I am here over again
How can I believe that the future will change
And not show me more, just more of the same
When I've done all I can
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands, oh
It's out of my hands
Here I go
I bargain for inspiration
Far too slow
Delaying the destination
Find the flow
Be the passenger and not the driver (time that I)
I realize my hands need to come off the wheel
But while I am here over again
How can I believe that the future will change
And not show me more, just more of the same
When I've done all I can and I'm here over again
How can I believe that the future will change
And not show me more, just more of the same
When I've done all I can
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
I don't understand
Take over my plans
Your wish my command
It's out of my hands
I don't understand
Take over my plans
Your wish my command
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
I don't understand
Take over my plans
Your wish my command