Artist: blues traveler
Song: view
Album: Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities
Tranquility can end in all it's forms
And disaster can rule the day
I'm sitting in the center of hell
And I yearn to strike the match
And seldom surprised, the damned and cursed
The plans of mice and men
As he's walking out the door with a crowbar
I can hear him as he pries the latch
And the view of the light at the end of the tunnel
Makes me see more that I want to
The finish line's promise so far away
Still remains to get through
Wishing ever skyward, all I seem to see are circling hawks
Once fledglings turned to eagles, I regret having ever, ever urged them on
And all at once a voice reminds me
That salvation comes only to the brave
But the voice is growing fainter as desperately I search
And search for some small glimpse of dawn
And the view of the light at the end of the tunnel
Makes me see more that I want to
The finish line's promise so far away
Still remains to get through
Alas I sit behind an immense boulder
And I pretend to push it up a hill
I claw and scratch my way as the tunnel
On it's side becomes a hole
Nervous and in shock from the battle's rage
My mount bucks and rears and throws me to the ground
A broken sword in hand, I get to my knees
I am fighting for my soul
And the view of the light at the end of the tunnel
Makes me see more that I want to
The finish line's promise so far away
Still remains to get through
And the view of the light at the end of the tunnel
Makes me see more that I want to
The finish line's promise so far away
Still remains to get through
