I have wandered far and wide

All the way from Paris to Mexico

'Til I was gone and didn't know



In the end, the thing that keeps me walking

Is your shine, your shine in the morning, your shine in the distance

Your shine inside the laughter and the ghosts



They have spoken of the river, forever bending

Inside the fever of the saints that walk all night with no domain



In the end the thing that keeps them walking, is your shine

Your shine when they wear no coat, your shine when the feelings low

Your shine when it's too late to turn around



I have frozen up my dreams, thinking I was all alone

Fighting every minute for each turning stone

I have reached the rocket speed

I have touched the ground that feeds

Scaling fences, looking for the healing sun



In the end the thing that keeps me walking is your shine

Your shine in transmissions, your shine in decisions

Your shine when I labor to the new day

It's your shine, your shine, your shine, shine, shine on