Shinning Light

In the hue and cry of our fear- a love drive by

you're at the wheel, while I'm crouched

in a bathtub, South Central, L.A.

witty metaphors can't begin to describe

the frailty of our post - 12/9.

And the reasons I cling

even more tightly by your side.

Whoa, what a shame that I'm ever blind to see

at the end of the tunnel,

there's always a shining light.

It takes all of your life to stay alive.

My head under a rock,

please watch where you take your next step.

I'm holding on

if you hold onto everything that we've made.

Here is where we are.

Sitting free in our getaway car.

You're at the wheel, while I quiz you

on multiplication and radio.

Witty metaphors begin to detail all this love, loss and laughter

and everything in between.

Whoa, everyday when I wake

you'll be at the end of the tunnel

there's always a shining light.

it takes all of your life to stay alive

and working is fine

if at the end there is you.

And I'm holding on

if you hold on to everything that we've made.

And regardless of this mark that I'll carry.

I know that the sun sets and rise, set, rise.

And I'll be better when you wake in the morning light.

And I can honestly say

that I won't be afraid,

'cause you'll never let me go.

It takes all of your life to stay alive.

My head under a rock,

please watch where you take your next step.

I'm holding on

if you hold onto everything that we've made.