If I was ever down and out
Barely above water and about to drown
Over my head was a heavy cloud
Would you be around to help me keep my feet on the ground?
And if I hit a different load
Hit the end of a dead-end road
Talkin’ no brakes and I lost control
Yeah, I gotta know
Would you come to my rescue
Pull me out of the flames?
Would you be my refuge
Keep me somewhere that’s safe?
If you could, would you guide me
If I had nowhere to go?
And I had no one to turn to
Girl, if you had to
Would you come to my rescue
My rescue?
Would you come to my rescue?
Oh, oh, oh
Been a hard, long Sunday
I’ve been looking for somebody
Who can hold me when the weather gets cold
And when my feet grow tired
All I needed was the thought of you
To bring on my way back home
You’ll always be the one who can understand
The one who teaches me to be a better man
And when I’m walking out through the fire
Would you be right here?
Would you come to my rescue
Pull me out of the flames?
Would you be my refuge
Keep me somewhere that’s safe?
If you could, would you guide me
If I had nowhere to go?
And I had no one to turn to
Girl, if you had to
Would you come to my rescue
My rescue?
Would you come to my rescue?
Oh, oh, oh
Would you come to my rescue
Pull me out of the flames?
Would you be my refuge
Keep me somewhere that’s safe?
And if you could, would you guide me
If I had nowhere to go?
And I had no one to turn to
Girl, if you had to
Would you come to my rescue
My rescue?
Would you come to my rescue?
Oh, oh, oh
Would you come to my rescue?
Oh, oh, oh
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