Guess you’ve made it home
From losing life
So you jumped the train
 [bad word] alive

Once you’ve touched the light
The angels cry
Not yet, my friend
This ain't goodbye
This ain't goodbye

So you took this road back home
I’ve seen you down and on your own
One foot beyond this holy ground
I hear you whisper, I’m still around

Guess you’ve made it home
From losing life
So you jump the train
 [bad word] alive

Once you’ve touched the light
The angels cry
Not yet, my friend
This ain't goodbye
This ain't goodbye

Raise your hand
Hold a beat
Sort of dancing in this crazy little street
Forever you, forever us and a day
So raise your glass
And blow the past away

So we live today, no matter what
We keep that flame it’s the only one we’ve got
 [bad word] back, my friend
Don’t pretend
So we celebrate
That this is not the end
It’s not the end
Not the end
It’s not the end
Not the end