Finally the road is getting wider
And I can see their faces
'Cause I left with a sense of wonder
Of the faces and the places I would see
It's been three days on bended knee
Asking for vision and clarity
But I have chosen what I see
You and me with my pride in between
You and me with my pride in between
I see whiskey brown skin and
The night starts to bleed
In the dawn's warming light
It's right then I believe
Like a cell full of thieves
That are soon to be saints
Like a cell full of thieves
That are soon to be saints
Like a cell full of thieves
That are soon to be saints
Like a cell full of thieves
That are soon to be saints
Like a cell full of thieves
That are soon to be saints
That are soon to be saints
That are soon to be saints
Just say the word and it's