Blues Traveler - View Lyrics
Tranquility can end in all its formsAnd disaster can rule the dayIm sitting in the center of hellAnd I yearn to strike the matchAnd seldom surprised, the damned and cursedThe plans of mice and menAs hes walking out the door with a crowbarI can hear him as he pries the latchAnd the view of the light at the end of the tunnelMakes me see more that I want toThe finish lines promise so far awayStill remains to get throughWishing ever skyward, all I seem to see are circling hawksOnce fledglings turned to eagles, I regret having ever, ever urged them onAnd all at once a voice reminds meThat salvation comes only to the braveBut the voice is growing fainter as desperately I searchAnd search for some small glimpse of dawnAnd the view of the light at the end of the tunnelMakes me see more that I want toThe finish lines promise so far awayStill remains to get throughAlas I sit behind an immense boulderAnd I pretend to push it up a hillI claw and scratch my way as the tunnelOn its side becomes a holeNervous and in shock from the battles rageMy mount bucks and rears and throws me to the groundA broken sword in hand, I get to my kneesI am fighting for my soulAnd the view of the light at the end of the tunnelMakes me see more that I want toThe finish lines promise so far awayStill remains to get throughAnd the view of the light at the end of the tunnelMakes me see more that I want toThe finish lines promise so far awayStill remains to get through
