I was running out on life,    I was living in a cheap bungalow    The candle light was burning    when the cars within the night began to roll    It was kind of like a movie    There were fifty ways to die before your eyes    So I picked a piece of paper up    and pretty soon the images collide       I'm shining on, shining on, shining on    I'm shining on, shining on, shining on       Well pretty soon you're waiting    for the first to bring the ending in a hurst    For the man who you thought friendly wasn't man    he wasn't man, he was a nurse    And they hang the naked wicked,    and ... they will thank you, Lord    For you bruce this naked vanity    and sadly now this ferry man may die       I'm shining on, shining on, shining on    I'm shining on, shining on, shining on