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Solid Ground

 

Drivin' hard through the underground

The smoke and sweat and the city sounds

Take my hand I'm fallin' down

Claim my soul from the lost and found

  Buy me a ticket on a train that takes me

  Back to a place that won't forsake me

Give me a hand so I won't drown

Pull me back to solid ground

 

Open the door 'cause I must leave

Through the turnstiles I can't breathe

In a crowd the crowd defeats

We all must stand on our own feet

  Though the audience rejects me

  Adulation it infects me

Give me a hand so I won' drown

Pull me back to solid ground

 

  Give me a chain to lnk my hnad to

  Give me a brain to think my way through

  Stop the rain from pourin' down

  Pull me back to solid ground.

 

Runnin' hard through the cold and rain

My throat is tight and my heart is strained

Through I've put on a mile or two

I won't rest until I'm through

  Through the curtain that protects me

  Though I'm certain it neglects me

Give me a hand so I won't dronw

Pull me back to solid ground

 

City roads and country miles

Turn the station with the dials

Faces frown and faces smile

Faces lost in forgotton files

  In a place where we were born

  I've left a part my heart is torn

Give me a hand so I won't drwon

Pull me back to solid ground

 

   Give me a chain to lnk my hnad to

   Give me a brain to think my way through

   Stop the rain from pourin' down

   Pull me back to solid ground.

 

Chasin' rainbows to the end

If you get lost begin again

Grab the handle of the plow

Hit the fields no time like now

  Give me the ears so I can hear it

  Give me the strength so I won't fear it

Give me a hand so I won't drown

Pull me back to solid ground