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