Blues Traveler - View

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