You know it ain't easy For these thoughts here to leave me There's no words to describe it In French or in English Well, diamonds they fade And flowers
Sometimes I miss a step I stumble here and there I'm findin' my way home If I'm lost then I'll admit Sometimes i plain forget I'm findin' my way home
Rollin' down the highway Like a rocket God, I'm headed to town now You can't stop it Got wheel in my hand As I stand On the floor Of the board Of this
Well I'm waiting on the day When the people walk free to see When the penitentiary is on fire When there's no need To bleed For your mother or your brother