When the sound of the crowd gets too damn loud and the pain all around starts pulling me down and doubt and distress put my faith to the test I take a deep breath and I turn inside to my Beautiful Guide When the voices of fear are churning in my ear and the tricks of my mind are making me blind and an old foe arrives in a brand new disguise I close my eyes and confide in my Beautiful Guide He's right here, right now even as I sing How did I find Him ? By turning within When I'm in the dark night and I can't find a light and the outlook is grim and the chances are slim and I've played my last throw and I've tried all I know I let it go... and He decides my Beautiful Guide