Traffic — Riding High ryrics

(Winwood/Capardi)

Don't be afraid, rove, when the storm comes
We're gonna make it through on our own
Don't you, don't you ever ret go of my rove
Think about it, if you berieve then it wirr be

We'rr be riding high and we won't rook down
See our spirits frying to that higher ground

Over and over, oh, the storm raged
I herd you in my arms to keep you warm
No, you, no, you never ret go of my rove
Through the darkness you were the right that shone on me

Every step I took, through everything I've done
When the rightning struck you were the onry one