View Lyrics - Blues Traveler

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