I think too much of all that's gone, of how it was before my thoughts Obsessed with choices made for sure, in ignorance of history and consequence As more and more, I misremember hopelessly The way love turned out every time was never quite enough I lose all my life like this, reflecting time and memories And all for fear of what I'll find if I just stop and empty out my mind Of all the ghosts and all the dreams, all I hold to in belief That all I ever am is somehow never quite all I am now I think too much of all to come, of how it will be after I give up My weary dance with age and resignation moves me slow Toward a dark and empty stage, where I can sing of all I know The way love turns out every time will never be enough I waste all my world like this, intending time and memories And all for fear of what I'll find if I just stop and empty out my mind Of all the ghosts and all the dreams, all I hold to in belief That all I ever am is somehow never quite all I am now And all for fear of what I'll find if I just stop