When I'm lost . . . I find a way.
I hear voices. I feel them surround me,
Pull me from the edge.
I close my eyes and . . . .
My luck keeps holding strong,
Even when the boot comes down.
Waiting for the revolution but there's no one around except the . . . hands out of nowhere, saving me again.
There's always something there watching out for me,
If I'm suffocating, it gives me air.
Finally now I remember,
But where I'm going now, I'm not sure.
Only one thing matters much to me anymore.
I'm looking for you.
Can you imagine? You can't think.
You won't find a way this time to frighten me.
You're running scared, now, always looking
Over your shoulder for a place where
You don't see my face.
But my luck keeps holding so strong,
Even with the state I'm in.
I'm like a revolution of one, even when I stumble I win.
Because there's hands out of nowhere, saving me again.
There's always something there, watching out for me.
When I'm suffocating, it gives me air.
I'm like a cat with only a few lives left
And I'm crawling through the shadows.
Watching my back waiting for the attack that I know is
Coming . . . I feel it's near
Writer(s): Jason Slater, Michael Wilton, Geoffery Tate
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