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