I Can't Control the Wind

I don't want to turn the page
 I don't want to finish this song
 Afraid when the last note fades away
 I'm out of breath with nothing left to hold on
 Back in your room again
 Someone said there was five days left
 Then you're coming home again
 You're never afraid of what comes next
 But I am
 Regretting every step forward
 With nothing to move toward
 I am
 Picking up the pieces
 But I never will complete this
 I am
 Taking stock of memories
 Let me sleep and be absent of dreams
 I am
 Taking every precaution
 But I can't control the wind
 There's your car parked in the driveway
 We argue about how long it should stay
 Mom and Dad take it out on Sunday's
 No one ever knows what or what not to say
 Back in your room again
 The warmth of the Christmas lights surrounding your bed
 You're in my head but we haven't spoken yet
 You're never afraid of what comes next
 But I am
 Regretting every step forward
 With nothing to move toward
 I am
 Picking up the pieces
 But I never will complete this
 I am
 Taking stock of memories
 Let me sleep and be absent of dreams
 I am
 Taking every precaution
 But I can't control the wind
 I've given it some thought
 And made a few calls
 And now you and I are off
 You and I
 We've got good cause
 We've earned the marks
 Now you and I we're taking off
 When will it be enough
 Everyone knows you're tough
 Don't let them take it all
 When will it be enough
 When will it be enough
 How dare they take it all
 I needed you to stay
 But you, you, you were not afraid
 You're never afraid
 I am
 Regretting every step forward
 With nothing to move toward
 I am
 Picking up the pieces
 But I never will complete this
 I am
 Taking stock of memories
 Let me sleep and be absent of dreams
 I am
 (Regretting every step forward, with nothing to move toward)
 I am
 (Picking up the pieces, but I never will complete this)
 I am, I am
 (Regretting every step forward, with nothing to move toward)
 I am
 (Picking up the pieces, but I never will complete this)
 I am
 (Regretting every step forward, with nothing to move toward)
 All these memories
 (Picking up the pieces, but I never will complete this)
 Let me be absent of dreams, let me be absent of dreams
 I am