Plunged into eternal darkness
If wishes were horses then beggars would ride
Come hell or high water, come be the guide
The diamond in your chain
The beacon fire in endless strain
The diamond in your chain
Is there a ghost of chance?
Here on this road to Damascus
Helplessly losing perception of time
Searching for reason and seeking for rhyme
I'm solitaire, I'm solitaire
Solitaire, I'm solitaire, woo-oo-oh