[Verse 1]
While walking slowly down upon my lonely road one day
The dust did bite my eyes, and I could not find my way
My destination faintly gleaming far beyond my weary eyes
I continued on my pilgrimage to Paradise

[Verse 2]
I continued on my journey to a place I've never been
With no assurance it would be there, save a glimmer in the night
That flashed and flitted fitfully among my waking dreams
I continued on my pilgrimage to Paradise

[Verse 3]
I met travelers upon the way who could no longer stand
I offered them refreshments and stretched out a willing hand
Not that they would not or they could not, they just did not understand
How painful was my pilgrimage to Paradise

[Verse 4]
Now, my own feet they are bleeding, and my tongue is parched and dry
I called to a fellow traveler but he did not heed my cry
Did I run too far ahead or did I lag too far behind
Upon my painful pilgrimage to Paradise?

[Verse 5]
Some people speak of pastures where the milk and honey flow
I have no such illusions of the place I want to go
But with bleeding blisters on my feet, no friendly shade in sight
Is it worth the painful pilgrimage to Paradise?