Usually the rain helps me drift off to sleep
But tonight, I am lying wide awake.
I'm tired enough to dream, but there's something deep inside me -
A feeling I cannot seem to shake.
Standing on the cusp of some fateful new beginning
Sure only there's a future I can't know.
But the world just keeps on turning, and I realize it's time to learn
The Language of Letting Go.

I've battled it for years in a struggle never ending
To win just this cold and lonely night.
Now I understand that I've only been pretending to keep things neat
And make it all seem right.
In hindsight I can see that appearance is deceiving-
I even bought the line in my own show.
But the world just keeps on turning, and I realize it's time to learn
The Language of Letting Go.

It's time to let go of a past that never changes
No matter how I analyze or rearrange it
Time to let go of the things I can't control
Time to shed these anchors in my soul.

It's getting nearly dawn and the rain is falling harder
Like tears the angels freely shed.
I'm crying with them, too, and it feels like holy water falling down
And pooling in my bed.
The lessons I am learning I will have to learn again
If anything my progress will be slow.
But the world just keeps on turning, and I realize it's time to learn
The Language of Letting Go.

It's time to say,
I'm letting go.

Usually the rain helps me drift off to sleep...