Yeah, I got busted
So I used my one phone call to dedicate
A song to you on the radio

Yeah, I got busted
In custody, I imagined our melody
Being played on a grand piano

I saw your face in front of me
It was perfect clarity
I saw a light at the end of the tunnel

And it was you
'Cause you are the light by which I travel into this and that
You are the light
You are the light by which I travel into this and that

Yeah, I got busted
I painted a dirty word on your old man's Mercedes-Benz 'cause you told me to do it

Yeah, I got busted
But soon they released me 'cause the cops were sad
And they didn't know how to prove it

Oh, I saw your face in front of me
It was perfect clarity
I saw a light at the end of the tunnel
And it was you
'Cause you are the light by which I travel into this and that
You are the light
You are the light by which I travel into this and that

It's all so obvious, so obvious
Why would anyone need a map or a compass?
It's so beautiful
To be guided by you

'Cause you are the light
You are the light by which I travel into this and that
You are the light
You are the light by which I travel into this and that
You are the light, light
You are the light, light