The Jordan is waiting for me to cross through,
My heart is aging; I can tell,
So Lord, I’m begging for one last favour from you,
Here’s my heart, take it where you will.
This life has shown me how we’re mended, how we’re torn,
How it’s okay to be lonely, as long as you’re free,
Sometimes my ground was stony, sometimes covered up with thorns,
And only you could make it what it had to be,
And now that it’s done…
If they dressed me like a pauper or if they dined me like a prince,
If they lay me with my fathers or my ashes scatter on the wind, I don’t care.
When I leave I’m gonna go out like Elijah, with a whirlwind to fuel my chariot of fire,
And when I look back on the stars it’ll be like a candlelight in Central Park,
And it won’t break my heart to say goodbye.
There’s people been friendly, but they’d never be your friends,
Sometimes this has bent me to the ground,
But now that this is all ending, I want to hear some music once again,
‘Cause it’s the finest thing that I have ever found.
But the Jordan is waiting, though I ain’t never seen the other side,
Still, they say you can’t take in the things you have here,
So on this road to salvation; stick out my thumb and he gives me a ride,
And his music is already falling on my ears.
‘Cause people been talking; they say they’re worried about my soul,
But I’m here to tell you I’m gonna keep rocking ‘til I’m sure it’s my time to roll,
And when I do…
When I leave I’m gonna go out like Elijah, with a whirlwind to fuel my chariot of fire,
When I look back on the stars it’ll be like a candlelight in Central Park,
And it won’t break my heart,
‘Cause when I leave I’m gonna go out like Elijah, with a whirlwind to fuel my chariot of fire,
And when I look back on the stars it’ll be like a candlelight in Central Park,
And it won’t break my heart to say goodbye,
No, it’s not gonna break my heart to say goodbye.
