Black man on a freeway, riding a bike,
He looks a little older, but he’s going somewhere,
Might be just flying a kite over on the shoulder, but he’s going somewhere.
And I’m on my way before the daylight’s shot,
I’m gonna swing and sway, ready or not.
Too much danger, too many tears,
Anything would keep you from going somewhere,
Suspicious strangers and all your fears might rob you and beat you if you’re going somewhere.
But I’m on my way, yeah, before the daylight’s shot,
I’m gonna swing and sway, ready or not.
I want you to be on your way on the road less taken,
While the news is breaking, be on your way for the chance worth taking,
For the stand worth making, be on your way.
Because under the barrel you cannot see the light shining on the pilgrim that’s going somewhere,
Along with the peril come the joy and delight bathing every pilgrim that’s going somewhere.
Oh, be on your way before the daylight’s shot,
You got to swing and sway, ready or not.
