Lyrics On My Way - The Refugees

On My Way

They were standing by the side of the road
I could tell what was happening at a glance
From the look on her face as he spoke
He was doin' the getaway dance, the getaway dance
I meant to get out of my car
Tell her someday she’ll laugh looking back
But it might slow me down if she put up her guard
And I haven’t got time for that, time for that cause
I’m on my way, though I don’t know where I’m going
As soon as I get there I will call
I’m on my way, but there is no way of knowing
If I can get anywhere at all
Anywhere at all
The telephone rings in my head
Is somebody sending good will?
No it’s trucks in the distance instead
The screechin' of brakes in the hills, of brakes in the hills
The needy, the sick, and the poor
Are waitin' for Jesus and me
They’re forming a line headed right to my door
But Jesus is busy til 3, he’s busy til 3
It’s all up to me, so
The road to hell as we all know
Is paved with good intentions
You can’t arrive unless you go
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