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