Monroes Bumpy Ride Lyrics

Fire from the cradle of your mother’s room
And left to wonder into the night
You find yourself bitter
And all alone
And probably too helpless to fight
Left to rot in your holding spot
With no fire in your eyes
Wondering will it be alright

Hold on tight
It’s a very, very bumpy ride
And all the times that you prayed for your heart to
stop
You know that you’re alive

Hold on tight
It’s a very, very bumpy ride
And all the times that you prayed for your heart to
stop
You know that you’re alive

Far from the comfort of your father’s home And left to wonder into the night
You find yourself beaten and walked upon
And nothing ever seems to go right
All dressed up in a worn out tux
With no fire in your eyes
Wondering will it be alright?

Hold on tight
It’s a very, very bumpy ride
And all the times that you prayed for your heart to
stop
You know that you’re alive

Hold on tight
It’s a very, very bumpy ride
And all the times that you prayed for your heart to
stop
You know that you’re alive