Who pulled me clear And free from the wreckage as I drew near To spinning in freefall out of view? Who laughs through the tears And stands in the wreckage scoring fear and makes the good times seem overdue
Who if not you Tell me who If not you?
Who’s like a dream That moves into places stretched between The centuries sleeping When they’re gone And never seems tired Still facing down headlights While you’re wired Out running and smiling In the rain?
The first time you let someone else come inside The first time you get to feel really alive Like the first thing created from a life underrated’s The possible high from impossible why’s Throw your hat in the air like you saw on tv A prisoner released, nineteen fifty three The struggle’s unfinished the struggle goes on The struggle is everything Why not have it as fun?
