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
Until 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 walls come 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 life comes 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