I used to ride up on the hillAnd look down at the darkenedSilhouettes of tall black windowsillsAnd my heart jumped every ledgeUntil one bright morning when I wokeI heard bells, girl she gently spoke and said'Choice my man's to breath or chokeSo go die, or learn to hope'Get back on your way at the end of the dayUnder the fire and the rainThe whole big bloody parade until thatThat feeling, feeling's goneYou wake up on your ownSometimes walls come caving inSometimes the world just hits your chinAnd sometimes shadows haunt your backAnd sometimes I feel so flatThen like some rare eagle on the windWell it turns and life comes bursting inAnd the earth you thought would beat you downLifts up and lights your groundGet back on your way at the end of the dayUnder the fire and the rainThe whole big bloody parade until thatThat feeling, feeling's goneYou wake up on your ownGet back on your way at the end of the dayUnder the fire and the rainThe whole big bloody parade until thatThat feeling, feeling's goneYou wake up on your ownGet back on your way at the end of the dayUnder the fire and the rainThe whole big bloody parade until thatThat feeling, feeling's goneYou wake up on your own
