Well you never know where you are going
You won't know 'til the end of the day
And you never know whose bed you'll be sleeping in
It don't matter anyway
You're going right where I guess that you'll be
Try to fight it but it you'll get there, wait and see
Hitchhiking out on a road that I know is there
Going to see her but not really at all
Riding and hoping, I guess that I'll get there
Was it she that put out the call?
I don't know but I suppose that I'll see
I'm just going to where I guess that I'll be
Telling the word and singing this song
I'm writing with a pen that's not in my hand
Crying and trying to open my eyes
I'm a pilgrim, sinner, from another land
Sometimes I think that I'm just a card in a deal
But I'm closing my eyes to see that I'm prophetically real
I can't lose