It construction I'll honour your soul
Laid down something more beautiful
I'm temped to rewrite it all
This time I know I'm going

In straight lines to bad lands
I/m leaving nothing to chance
Courageous mind
My left hand
Reaches for you in holding

Oh for dear life, cut from old cloth
Tarred by the same brush
As I sit here in the widow 3rd
For the first I feel I won't fall

I believe in
I believe in when