Story Behind The Song

LIVING WITHOUT FEAR OF NO TOMMORROW

Lyrics

(Verse 1)
The ledger's in the red, the ink is running dry
I'm staring at the ceiling, waiting for the sky
To crack a little light, just a sliver through the seams
I'm trading in my pride for the remnants of my dreams
The factory is silent, the ghost of who we were
Is hanging in the hallway in a cinematic blur
But I put my boots on, just like I did before
Checking for the keys behind the heavy iron door.


(Pre-Chorus)
They say the tide is turning, but the ocean's staying still
We're climbing up a mountain with no iron in our will
But I've got a pocket full of nothing and a heart that's beating fast
Trying to make a memory that's built to fucking last.


(Chorus)
Oh, we're dangling by a wire, we're dancing on the edge
Tossing every worry off the sharpest, highest ledge
It's a long way down, yeah, the wind is getting cold
But we're holding onto fire, turning copper into gold
It's a heavy kind of hunger, it's a desperate kind of air
We're just breathing in the static, living on a prayer.


(Verse 2)
There's a rattle in the engine, there's a flicker in the street
The rhythm of the city is a missing, jagged beat
I've got a stack of letters that I haven't dared to read
Staring at the garden, waiting for the thorns to seed
They tell you "keep it steady," tell you "keep your head in line"
But there's a wild kind of magic in the "almost" and the "fine"
I'm betting on the moonlight, I'm betting on the scars
We're reaching out our hands to catch the falling of the stars.


(Chorus)
Oh, we're dangling by a wire, we're dancing on the edge
Tossing every worry off the sharpest, highest ledge
It's a long way down, yeah, the wind is getting cold
But we're holding onto fire, turning copper into gold
It's a heavy kind of hunger, it's a desperate kind of air
We're just breathing in the static, living on a prayer.


(Bridge)
It ain't about the finish line, or the medals on the shelf
It's about the narrow mercy that you offer to yourself
When the shadows start to lengthen and the walls begin to close
You find the hidden garden where the paper flower grows.


(Guitar Solo - High, soaring, distorted, and hopeful)


(Chorus)
Yeah, we're dangling by a wire, we're dancing on the edge
Tossing every worry off the sharpest, highest ledge
It's a long way down, yeah, the wind is getting cold
But we're holding onto fire, turning copper into gold
It's a heavy kind of hunger, it's a desperate kind of air
We're just breathing in the static, living on a prayer.


(Outro)
Just a prayer...
(Living on a prayer)
Yeah, we're standing in the light, holding on tight.
(Living on a prayer)
One more day, one more mile.
Just a prayer.