Still On The Ride – Mary Gauthier

Lookin’ back now, who the hell knows
Where the soul of a dead solider goes?
Guardian angels, maybe they’re true
My guardian angel, maybe it’s you

I shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t be gone
But it’s not up to me who dies and who carries on
I sit in my room, I close my eyes
Me and my guardian angel, we’re still on the ride

Got holes in my ear drums, bruises and clots
Double vision, and my stomachs in knots
Got pain in my fingers, I hurt from my head to my toes
I wake up feelin’ like I’m ninety years old

I shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t be gone
But it’s not up to me who dies and who carries on
I sit in my room, I close my eyes
Me and my guardian angel, we’re still on the ride

You were my bother, you were more than a friend
You were family to me right up till the end
You’re still with me now, I feel you, I know
You’re pushin’ me forward and you’ll never let go

I shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t be gone
But it’s not up to me who dies and who carries on
So I sit in my room and I close my eyes
And me and my guardian angel, we’re still on the ride