Been traveling such a long time
Back hurts My body aches
And those things I once took joy in
Are heavy on my soul like lead weights
I don’t have All of the answers
None except one
And it’s with this That I keep rollin’
On and on and on
I know I’ll be there one day
Have a place to call my home
I know I’ll be there one day
I’ll have a place to call my home
Ain’t a wanderer, just a pilgrim
In a land of drought and stones
But like Ezekiel, I was witness
To life brought to a field of bones
So I keep on, in joy and sorrow
Never looking back from where I’ve come
Don’t mean I have no regrets,
But they’re washed away by the blood of the son
I know I’ll be there one day
Have a place to call my home
I know I’ll be there one day
I’ll have a place to call my home
I hear a train whistle blowing
And I wonder where it’s bound
But I ain’t trapped in Folsom
So I don’t despair at the sound
Cause I know I’ll be there one day
Have a place to call my home
I know I’ll be there one day
I’ll have a place to call my home
(C) Justin Isaac, 2009




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