I stole the right to live, as if there was no time.
I stole the eyese od god, as if those eyes were mine.
I took and did infuse, a light that was to shine.
Oh, Mercy. Lord, have pity.
I'm only traveling, I don't have no place to go.
I walked the streets of gold, and heard the silver toungue.
I passed out on satan's hill, and my bed on stone.
Forsaken hearts I wondered, I left them alone.
(Mouth trumpet)
A long ways goin' out, and have no destiny.
A long ways to believe, dreams that come to be.
I swear they're true a-bloomin', here before me.
Oh, Mercy. Lord, have pity.
I'm only traveling, I don't have no place to go.