(I'm so sorry)

(I know exactly what you mean)

(He's got the whole world in his hands
He's got the whole wide world in his hands
It's in his hands, it's in his hands)

[Verse 1]
Tired of being devilish
Sick of being wicked
Habitual and untrue
Another starting over
Although it isn't in me, I send regards to you
Standing on the steps
Steps of the cathedral
Watching summer fade
I was trying to get to somewhere
Trying to get just anywhere
But now I know it ain't my day