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Well, itâs Saturday night, my old Mustang is out in the parking lot, Iâm looking into the bright lights on the boulevard tonight
and Iâm feeling alright.
Got my window down, as I cross the Neshoba County line, running to become a legend against the hands of time.
Trying not to look behind.
Sometimes I feel like these are the only moments in my life
when I feel like l could walk across the clouds to a holy land. Resurrecting dreams of old, it brings to mind a voice inside:
âHow could I have come so far and still be lost?â
Well thereâs something about being on the road
helps me know where Iâm supposed to go.
And Iâm heading for Damascus.
Yes, Iâm heading for Damascus.
Right or wrong, Iâm going to Damascus.
And I wonder what I will be like when I arrive there.
Well, Iâve been driving for miles, singing to the music on the radio.
I got an uneasy feeling about this familiar river town that Iâm heading for.
And it could have been a dream, he was standing on the roadside
Calling me by name in a voice that broke my heart.
I felt like a child.
Yeah, the Jack of Hearts was thumbing for a ride,
he was southbound and holding up a sign.
I could not quite make out the words cause the sun was in my eyes. He said, âHow long you gonna chase me boy,
now how many times must you be told?
And here you are again in some place you donât belongâ
So I stared back into his eyes, I just had know what road I was on, only to end up on my knees with blinded eyes.
I was all alone walking down Conversion Road
making my way to Damascus.
Yes, Iâm heading for Damascus.
Iâm walking down this road all alone.
Making my way back home.