At the End of the Lightning

The western approaches go by in a flash
And the joke I call home is just a party I crash
So I lie on the pillow so desperate to go
Back to the playground of the show

I look from the window, watch the world standing still
Feel the floorboards sliding with just the force of will
I taste the dirt of the cities that I thundered through
See the battalions of taxis that I fell into

At the end of the lightning is the life that I know
I hit the ground like a hailstone and melt into the flow

As you lay dying
I was coasting on a shaky stage
Living large at the end of the lightning
Tеaring out another page

My five o'clock shadow has turnеd to midnight snow
I share laughs with your widow, but the punchline I don't wanna know
I pine for the motion and long for the van to go
Be at the other end of the lightning with the ground so far below