They tell me you've touched the face of God
At the sound of the rope cracking on your neck.
They tell me you'd never give it up
Like the song that was soul singing in your head.

So, honey, please, don't let go
Or you'll fall into the dead of night.
So, honey, please, don't let go,
You better learn to fly,
'Cause they're gonna point you up at the sky.

The more that you want it,
The more that you need it,
I know that you'll be by my side
In the heat of the moment,
When the thunder and [bad word] 
I know that you'll be by my side.

That loving man ain't no rolling stone,
At the sound of the [bad word] I'm gonna set you free,
I talk to him on the telephone,
And these are the words that he gave to me.

He said, “Honey, please, don't let go
Or you'll fall into the dead of night.
So, honey, please, don't let go,
You better learn to fly,
'Cause they're gonna point you up at the sky.”

The more that you want it,
The more that you need it,
I know that you'll be by my side
In the heat of the moment,
When the thunder and [bad word] 
I know that you'll be by my side.

The more that you want it,
The more that you need it,
I know that you'll be by my side
In the heat of the moment,
When the thunder and [bad word] 
I know that you'll be by my side.