There is a window in my attic where I have gone so many times,
Sending my prayers up, like a letter written across a paper sky,
But as the days turn into seasons and the seasons turn to years, I am speaking less and learning how to hear.

And I turn to you, like the night turns into morning,
I turn to you when I feel like trouble's knocking at my door,
I turn to you, and through all the years, you've never turned away, (never turned away)
And I am always turning back to you.

All of the times when I was foolish, I've only got myself to blame,
Oh, I have tangoed with temptation, just like a moth drawn to the flame,
And, as I've sifted through these ashes, there is one thing I have learned: your healing touch is there when I get burned.

And I turn to you, like the night turns into morning,
I turn to you when I feel like trouble's knocking at my door,
I turn to you, and through all the years, you've never turned away, (never turned away)
And I am always turning back to you.

Yeah, I turn to you, like the night turns into morning,
I turn to you when I feel like trouble's knocking at my door,
I turn to you, and through all the years, you've never turned away,
And I am always turning back,
I am always turning back,
I am always turning back to you.

Yeah.