Some people get squashed crossing the tracks Some people got high rises on their backs I'm not broke but you can see the cracks You can make me perfect again
In the ragpicker's dream There were kids at the table All aglow in the light Music in the wintertime Sure carries at night, there Was turkey and gravy Pie and ice-cream And gifts for each and everyone
I've been everywhere, man I've been everywhere, man Crossed the deserts bare, man I've breatherd the mountain air, man Travel, I've had my share, man I've been everywhere
When Jesus left Birmingham, all the disciples went crazy When Jesus left Birmingham, all the people went completely nuts They all busted out on a wild night, riding high on a golden calf When Jesus left Birmingham, all the people had themselves a big long laugh
Keep a fire for the human race Let your prayers go drifting into space You never know what will be coming down Perhaps a better world is drawing near And just as easily it could all disappear Along with whatever meaning you might have found Don't let the uncertainty turn you around Go on and make a joyful sound