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January rain

drapes the sky in grey

and hides away the sun...

And the pattering can be maddening,

but I'll wait until it's done.

For I can't chase the clouds away,

and I can't stop the falling rain.

It's out of my hands, it's out of my hands,

there's nothing that I can do.

And sometimes I know
that life doesn't go

the way that I want it to.

On your gentle face

there's a subtle change.

A light has left your eyes;

something's buried deep that I'll never reach,

a flame I can't ignite.

It's a sweet illusion to feel in control,

but the bitter truth is I'll never know...

when it's out of my hands, 

it's out of my hands.

There's nothing that I can do.

And sometimes I know
that life doesn't go

the way that I want it to.

And if you never want me
the way that I want you,

it's out of my hands, it's out of my hands...

there's nothing that I can do.

And sometimes I know
that life doesn't go

the way that I want it to.

And if you take your love away

 and run to someone new

...nothing I can do.

It's out of my hands,

so it doesn't matter
when or whether

we will ever be together...

When there's nothing else

that I can...

do.

Song lyrics: It's Out of My Hands

Artist: Spencer Day

Album: Vagabond