I don't know where I'm going But surely I'm going with You I can't see a single yellow line But, Lord, if you are mine I'll make it through The road leads back to You
Hold my hand and lead me To my home in the sky I hear it won't be easy But teach me, Lord, how to fly, when I die
I passed an exit sign Lord, I'm tired, can we stop? He says: Son, keep trucking and don't look back But grab a nap, I'll take the wheel I said: Lord, you have a deal
Hold my hand and lead me To my home in the sky I hear it won't be easy But teach me, Lord, how to fly When I die the road ends And I'll be there, safe inside
But now I'm a travelling with my Lord And yellow lins till I die
