When my journey’s
finally over
I’m not looking for a
crown
Just a place beyond
the sorrow
A place to lay my
tired head down
I’m not looking for
redemption
Or a place at judgment
day
Just an end to all
life’s sadness
Where all suffering’s
gone to stay
I don’t need to open
pearly gates
Or walk the streets
of gold
I’m more comfortable
with sinners
Than with the saints
of old
I’ve tried to live a
good life
One free of most
regrets
Not many fences left
to mend
Before the last sun
sets
But I’m weary from
the journey
And it’s taken quite
a toll
All the pain that
etched my face
Has also scarred my
soul
So, come and play a
song for me
A verse of Drift Away
Tell a joke and laugh
with me
It’s much too late to
pray
It’s hard to find the
tears
Behind the blank eyes
of the clown
So help me find a
quiet place
To lay my tired head
down
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