Gatsby's American Dream - Golden Ticket lyrics

Received news of your misfortune And it's scratching out my eyes Biting at my heart but I've got something to offer So this isn't a time to hide my hands Still I hide my heart, still I hide my heart This is where the rubber meets the road It's where we forget our transgressions and move on I'll carry you burden for certain you have heard Of hands that long for you to hold them The ticket's golden, the ticket's golden If you want to view paradise Simply look around and view it It's there that you will find me listening (You can take tomorrow, dip it in a dream) Separate the sorrow 'cause I'm tearing off my face So you won't hurt alone Lets start today make your mind up Grab a weapon, move on