Hold the wind, donât you rob this train,
âcause weâre glory bound.
Drive the rain, donât you hold these wheels,
Here weâre true, I can own.
Tired of losing ground, tired of falling down,
Tired of wondering why we breathe, yeah.
Iâve been talking to Jehova, yeah, and I believe.
Night so long, donât you steal one life,
âcause weâre working so hard.
Crashing waves, donât you break no bones,
âcause weâre holding on.
Tired of losing ground, tired of falling down,
Tired of wondering why we breathe,
Iâve been talking to Jehova, yeah, and I believe, alright.
Fellow ground, wonât you hold our feet,
âcause weâre marching home.
Big old mountain, donât you hide our trail,
Here, weâre almost here.
Tired of losing ground, tired of falling down,
Tired of wondering why we breathe,
Iâve been talking to Jehova, yeah, and I, I believe.