Blues Traveler - View lyrics

Tranquility can end in all its 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 its 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