Tranquility can end in all its forms
  And disaster can rule the day
  I'm sitting in the center of hell
  And I yearn to strike the match
  And seldom surprised, the damned and cursed
  The plans of mice and men
  As he's walking out the door with a crowbar
  I can hear him as he pries the latch
    And the view of the light at the end of the tunnel
  Makes me see more that I want to
  The finish line's promise so far away
  Still remains to get through
    Wishing ever skyward, all I seem to see are circling hawks
  Once fledglings turned to eagles, I regret having ever, ever urged them on
  And all at once a voice reminds me
  That salvation comes only to the brave
  But the voice is growing fainter as desperately I search
  And search for some small glimpse of dawn
    And the view of the light at the end of the tunnel
  Makes me see more that I want to
  The finish line's promise so far away
  Still remains to get through
    Alas I sit behind an immense boulder
  And I pretend to push it up a hill
  I claw and scratch my way as the tunnel
  On its side becomes a hole
  Nervous and in shock from the battle's rage
  My mount bucks and rears and throws me to the ground
  A broken sword in hand, I get to my knees
  I am fighting for my soul
    And the view of the light at the end of the tunnel
  Makes me see more that I want to
  The finish line's promise so far away
  Still remains to get through
    And the view of the light at the end of the tunnel
  Makes me see more that I want to
  The finish line's promise so far away
  Still remains to get through