Before It Turns Black
A path of good intentions running right outside my door
I never really understood what all the fuss was for
Maybe there’s a Heaven here and maybe there’s a core
But who here has the courage to confront it?
Another night of drinking and a morning of repair
That bottle of your emptiness a trophy of despair
Is this the life you want to lead? The legacy you’ll share?
Do you really need to run among the hunted?
‘cause all you’re doing
Is all you are
You are the highway
And you’re the car
There’s only one light
From that daytime star
Catch it before it turns black forever
My children are around me, and they sleep just down the hall
I wait each night to hear from them, to heed their beck and call
But what happens the moment I don’t hear a thing at all?
Is that the day I give up on the mission?
I thought I was a hero, but it didn’t fit me right
Had the bottle and the message – it was all so water-tight
But in all my great supremacy, my soul was damp and slight
Like the well had thrown up all of the wishing
When all you’re doing
Is all you are
You are the highway
And you’re the car
There’s only one light
From that daytime star
Catch it before it turns black forever
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