I look around me, and I see
Folks leading more constructive lives than me
They don't do this for reward
They are walking in the footsteps of their Lord
And for themselves, they make no claims
They may die without the world knowing their names

But they will ride, ride
Home to Jesus, heads held high
They will ride, ride
Home to Jesus, heads held high
They will ride, ride
Home to Jesus

Some good people, will deny
Anything that they can't see with their own eye
They don't walk, in God's light
They just walk the way they do because it's right

And they will ride, ride
Home to Jesus, heads held high
They will ride, ride
Home to Jesus, heads held high
They will ride, ride
Home to Jesus
People hear me, who can know (who can know)
If our time on Earth's the soundcheck or the show?
Ask a good man, and there's no doubt
He'll have too much on his mind to work it out

But he will ride, ride
Home to Jesus, head held high
He will ride, ride
Home to Jesus, head held high
He will ride
Home to Jesus, head held high
He will ride, ride
Home to Jesus