Dust On My Shoes

Clock on the wall says hurry up,

World outside says I ain't done enough,

Let 'em talk, let 'em count,

let 'em stare—

I'll get there when I get there.

I've seen fast men run out of road,

Seen gold turn cheap when the lights got low,

Seen everybody race like somebody keeps score,

Then forget what the hell they were running for.

I got dust on my shoes,

got miles in my eyes,

Couple wrong damn turns that I don't advertise,

But every closed gate,

every nowhere town Put another little piece of the map down.

So ring that bell,

Let that whole thing shake,

I ain't scared of the time

That a good thing takes.

I'll get there when I get there,

Don't wait up for me,

I got a little more road Between here and where I'm gonna

be. Let the whole world run,

Let 'em disappear— I ain't late,

I ain't lost, I'm just not there yet.

I'll get there—

WHEN I GET THERE.

I don't need every door to know my name,

Don't need champagne just to call it a game,

Don't need tomorrow showing up tonight,

I've learned good things take their sweet damn time.

I've been flat on my back,

I've been back on my feet,

I've watched bad luck blink when it looked at me,

And I don't know exactly where this road will end,

But I know damn well I'm moving again.

Maybe I'm early. Maybe I'm late.

Maybe the best damn thing Don't give a damn about dates.

I quit asking the clock What I'm supposed to become— It knows

how to count, But it don't know where I'm from.

I'll get there when I get there,

With the dirt still on my shoes,

Every mile that tried to break me Left me something I could

use. Let the whole world run,

I got nothing left to fear— I ain't late,

I ain't lost, I'm just making my way there.

I'll get there— I'll get there—

WHEN I GET THERE.

Clock keeps ticking. Let it.