Testo 77

Staking the night
Surfing the minute
Sailing the soul
Now to believe it
No more waiting in the cold

Blink of an eye
Son of the city Over the wall and past the committee
I don't look behind no more

A lone rider on the ridge
Strikes the match to burn the bridge
Not too far
But still got a ways to go
To stay would be a shame
Some are sly and some are sleek
Some have wile but cannot speak
Summer skies to swallow me

Turn on a dime
Cut through the willing
Under the stars you wait for me- You wait for me to show you the way

Sing for yourself
Cut through the limit
Once I was lost
Now I am in it
As I forge the resume

A lone rider on the ridge
Strikes the match to burn the bridge
Not too far
But still got a ways to go
To stay would be a shame
Some are sly and some are sleek
Some have wile but cannot speak
Summer skies to swallow me

And I'll be there, I'll be there
I'll be there