The January rain drapes the sky in grey
And hides away the sun
And the pattering can be maddening
But Iâll wait until itâs done
For I canât chase the clouds away
And I canât stop the falling rain
Itâs out of my hands, itâs out of my hands
Thereâs nothing that I can do
And sometimes I know that life doesnât go
The way that I want it to
On your gentle face thereâs a subtle change
A light has left your eyes
Somethingâs buried deep, that Iâll never reach
A flame I canât ignite
And itâs a sweet illusion to feel in control
But the bitter truth is Iâll never know
Itâs out of my hands, itâs out of my hands
Thereâs nothing that I can do
And sometimes I know that life doesnât go
The way that I want it to
And if you never want me the way that I want you
Itâs out of my hands, itâs out of my hands
Thereâs nothing that I can do
And sometimes I know that life doesnât go
The way that I want it to
And if you take your love away and run
To someone new
Nothing I can do
Itâs out of my hands
So it doesnât matter when or whether
We will ever be together
When thereâs nothing else that I can do