Yeah I got busted
So I used my one phone call
To dedicate
A song to you on the radio
Yeah I got busted
In custody
I imagined our melody
Being played on a grand piano
I saw your face in front of me
It was perfect clarity
I saw a light in the end of the tunnel
And it was you
Cause you are the light by which I travel into this and that
You are the light
You are the light by which I travel into this and that
Yeah I got busted
I painted a dirty word on your old mans Mercedes-Benz
Cause he told me to do it
Yeah I got busted
But soon they released me cause the cops were sad
And they didn't know how to prove it
Ooh
I saw your face in front of me
It was perfect clarity
I saw a light in the end of the tunnel
And it was you
Cause you are the light by which I travel into this and that
You are the light
You are the light by which I travel into this and that
It sounds so obvious, so obvious
Why would anyone need a map or a compass?
It's so beautiful
To be guided by you
Cause you are the light
You are the light by which I travel into this and that
You are the light
You are the light by which I travel into this and that
You are the light light light light
You are the light
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