I have wandered far and wideAll the way from Paris to Mexico’Til I was gone and didn’t knowIn the end the thing that keeps me walkingIs your shine, your shine in the morning, your shine in the distance,Your shine inside the laughter and the ghostsThey have spoken of the river forever bending inside the feverOf the saints that walk all night with no domainIn the end the thing that keeps them walking is your shineYour shine when they wear no coat, your shine when the feelings lowYour shine when it’s too late to turn aroundI have frozen up my dreams, thinking I was all aloneFighting every minute for each turning stoneI have reached the rocket speedI have touched the ground that feedsScaling fences, looking for the healing sunIn the end the thing that keeps me walking is your shineYour 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