In the town where I was born the rain ran down the gutters
My teachers never taught me very much that matters
Not much of a school boy, not much of a son


Jordan is a hard road to travel


They tell me curiosity killed the cat
I rolled mine in paper, put a match to that
Words made of air blow like smoke away


Jordan is a hard road


Looking for peace in the heel of the glass
I came to the crossroads where the dead go past
Oh my Lord hold my heart in your heart


Jordan is a hard road


Numbered days beneath the numberless stars
what can we know for sure
Our eyes tell stories to our minds, what can we know for sure

Till we stand upon the sand of that final shore

Jordan is a hard road