Lyrics:

They say the spirit moves in mysterious ways
Sometimes the way it moves looks plain berserk
But two things you should be slow to criticize
A man's choice of woman and his choice of work
Some work will earn you top dollar in this here Tinseltown
That's where I started thinkin' of something else
'Cause they couldn't film the spirit from the waist on down
Sometimes I don't sleep too well, but one day, I know

End of the road I'm travelling
I will see Jordan beckoning
End of the road I'm travelling
I will see Jordan beckoning

And all those books about me
Well, there wasn't much love in 'em, boys
I'm tellin' you, if I'd taken all that medication
Man, I'd have rattled like one of my little girl's toys
Now they call me a recluse, been in the desert so long
Layin' on my back, bidin' my time, I'm just waitin' for the right song
Then I'm comin' back
Sometimes I don't sleep too well, but one day, I know

End of the road I'm travelling
I will see Jordan beckoning
End of the road I'm travelling
I will see Jordan beckoning

Jordan, sweet Jordan
Hand me any cup you find that's lyin' spare
Lord, I've long time been a thirstin' for a share
Jordan waiting for me there

End of the road I'm travelling
I will see Jordan beckoning
End of the road I'm travelling
I will see Jordan beckoning
End of the road I'm travelling
I will see Jordan beckoning

End of the road I'm travelling
I will see Jordan beckoning
Jordan sweet Jordan
Hand me any cup you find that's lyin' spare
End of the road I'm travelling
I will see Jordan beckoning
End of the road I'm travelling
I will see Jordan beckoning
Jordan sweet Jordan
Hand me any cup you find that's lyin' spare
End of the road I'm travelling
I will see Jordan beckoning
End of the road I'm travelling
I will see Jordan beckoning
Jordan sweet Jordan
Hand me any cup you find that's lyin' spare