Still on the Ride

Looking back now, who the hell knows
Where the soul of a dead soldier 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 stomach’s in knots
Got pain in my fingers, I hurt from my head to my toes
I wake up feeling 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 brother, you were more than a friend
You were family to me right up to the end
You’re still with me now, I feel you, I know
You’re pushing 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
I sit in my room, and I close my eyes
And me and my guardian angel we’re still on the ride