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 at 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 man's Mercedes-Benz 'cause you 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
Oh, I saw your face in front of me It was perfect clarity I saw a light at 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's all 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 You are the light, light