He was walking down the highway,
And you saw him straggling along.
And you reached out, opened up your door,
And you gave him a ride to your heavenly home.
God his mother, she won't listen.
And his father hated his old man.
But you listened to his feelings,
And your eyes consistently understand.
Yes, your eyes consistently understand.
He was a good man.
He lived a good life.
He was a good man.
He lived a good life.
But he was dancing to the bright lights.
He was dying for someone to love.
Well, you see him with his guitar,
Down the highway, he would walk along
Singin' old songs, singin' Sunday blues.
But his school bells were his only songs
Yes his school bells were his only song.
Through the fire, through the lying sun
Through the smoke and fog,
Through the day that's done.
There was strength there,
There was hope alive,
There were strings of peace from the other side.
There were strings of peace from the other side.
He was a good man.
He lived a good life.
He was a good man.
He lived a good life.
But he was dancing to the bright lights.
He was dying for some love.
Don't you see he's falling away
Thank God for the love that you gave
Only love can put out a fire
And only love was calling him higher and higher.
He was a good man.
He lived a good life.
He was a good man.
He lived a good life.
But he was dancing to the bright lights.
He was dying for some love
He was a good man.
He lived a good life.
He was a good man.
He lived a good life.
But you were right there for the hard times.
You were right there again and again.
Again and agai