Lord I don t know which way I am going
Which way river gonna flow
It s just seems that upstream, I keep rowing
Still got such a long way to go
Still got such a long way to go

Then that light, it s your eye
I move, I swim,
And found somewhere the streets are made of gold
But it s fly, split the skies
But that s all right, sometimes, sunlight I m streaming to the holes

Oooohhh ooohh