That great light is the light of this world.
That great light is the light out of this world.
And into that better world.
And I'm looking forward to walking into it.
I was a highway man.
Along the coach roads I did ride.
With sword and pistol by my side.
Many a young maid lost her bobbles to my tray.
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade.
The master tongue me in the spring of twenty five.
But I am still alive.
I was a sailor.
I was born upon the tide.
With the sea I did abide.
I sailed a school around the Horn of Mexico.
I went off to whirl the mains a little blow.
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed.
But I am living still.
I was a damn building.
Across the river deep and wide.
Where steel and water did collide.
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado.
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below.
They buried me in that great hill that knows no sound.
But I'm still around.
I'll always be around and around and around and around.
I fly a starship across the universe divide.
And when I reach the other side.
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can.
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again.
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain.
But I will remain.
I'll be back again and again and again and again and again and again.
