When your working is done, and you've got nothing left   To lose, why don't you just roll away   That stone that locks you up      When your pattern is full, and it feels like there's no place   To land, when will you all run out of gas   Yeah, it happened so fast, leaving town for sell to pal      I recall only nights that we built with our hands   And feet, making peace with the voice in our head   That ghost just stop, won't lie dead, it just bleeds      Let the prophet rebound, let his riddle rub on   To my pride, I'm just too hollow inside   Let it echo in time just to get it through my head and mouth      Through the gorgeous light of the sun   And which I could never outrun   Even if my perdition were just in front      The sun's got my shine   The sun's got my pride   I could run but I'd never live without your light      The sun's got my shine   The sun's got my pride   I could run but I'd never live without your light      Live without your light   Live without your light   Live without your light      When your working is done, and you've got nothing left   To lose, why don't you just roll away   That stone that's locked you up in your blues