I used to ride up on the hill
And look down at the darkened silhouettes
Of tall black windowsills
And my heart jumped every ledge

Till one bright morning when I woke
I heard bells, girl she gently spoke
And said "Choice my man's to breath or choke
So go die, or learn to hope"

Get back on your way
At the end of the day
Under the fire and the rain
The whole big bloody parade
Until that, that feeling, feeling's gone
You wake up on your own

Sometimes [bad word] caving in
Sometimes the world just hits your chin
And sometimes shadows haunt your back
And sometimes I feel so flat

Then like some rare eagle on the wind
Well it turns and [bad word] bursting in
And the earth you thought would beat you down
Lifts up and lights your ground

Get back on your way
At the end of the day
Under the fire and the rain
The whole big bloody parade
Until that, that feeling, feeling's gone
You wake up on your own