walking to the light, I'll play hopscotch on the way. 1 hand grenade short of hope, with a switchblade in my shoulder. if a had the time I would cut the rope that ties you to your boulder but we are made this way so you must break that boulder. without the time to stop or even look back, all we can do is move on. with all these signs it's hard not to turn but I'm walking a line to the light. in the dark of night I find my way while everything else is black and gray I'll focus on what is bright. so at the dawn as the sun starts to rise bringing light to the land feel free to follow my path and we'll make a road so more can go walking to the light.