I feel like I ride a stolen horse
& I don’t even know its name
I Keep my distance from the herd
Free of shame free of pain
I don’t own much of anything
I make the most from what I have
It is all kind of making sense
Sort of falling into place
I’ll go on in my quiet way
Till death finds me
I feel like I walk in a dead man’s shoes
& I don’t even know his face
I can see with my eyes closed
I see clearly down the road
I see a day the dead will rise
To say Jesus ain’t coming back
I’ll go on in my quiet way
Till death finds me