Из альбома: Tambourine
Rain like static falling in my eyes,
Rain like static on the road,
Rain on the loners and the regular thieves,
Everybody else has gone home
If I could stay in your hotel bed,
Sleep all day
I made my mind up a long time ago,
Got to keep on weaving my way
Like a late night pilgrim
Looking for redemption in the underground
Lord, won't you help a late night pilgrim
When the morning comes around
You'll get dirty before you get clean,
That's how a dream will go
And when it don't light like gasoline,
You're on your own
Just a late night pilgrim
Looking for redemption in the underground
Lord, won't you help a late night pilgrim
When the morning comes around
Sometimes, I am the fool who's dealing cards
To a ghost whose running late
Sometimes, the prophets are just like me,
Can't do nothing but sit up and wait
With all the late night pilgrims
Looking for redemption in the underground
Lord, won't you help the late night pilgrim
When the morning comes around
Lord, won't you help the late night pilgrim
When the morning comes around