For 30 some odd years
He's been riding this train
I know what I'm running from
What are you running from, my friend
Since 1869 we've been traveling this way
From Carolina, to California and back again
East of the River Jordan, there's a place they say
Where milk and honey flow
All the people there know your name
and the sun never goes away
the sun never goes away
Everywhere I've been, the story's always the same
Your just surviving,
praying to get through the end of the day
At night I look up at the stars, floating miles away
and dream of a river man
He's coming to take my soul away
East of the River Jordan,
There's a place I've heard
Where streets are made of gold
You never grow old or grey
The sun never goes away
the sun never goes away
He's been riding this train
I know what I'm running from
What are you running from, my friend
Since 1869 we've been traveling this way
From Carolina, to California and back again
East of the River Jordan, there's a place they say
Where milk and honey flow
All the people there know your name
and the sun never goes away
the sun never goes away
Everywhere I've been, the story's always the same
Your just surviving,
praying to get through the end of the day
At night I look up at the stars, floating miles away
and dream of a river man
He's coming to take my soul away
East of the River Jordan,
There's a place I've heard
Where streets are made of gold
You never grow old or grey
The sun never goes away
the sun never goes away