He got lost among the stars,
Hollywood flash, cash, mansions and cars,
Deep-sea divers,
Lear jet flyers,
Will this thing go to the moon?
Oh yeah,
Give me elbow room,
For heaven's sake, take this aching away.
You can't run, you can't hide from the hound of heaven,
You're free to choose,
Can you refuse the seeker of souls?
Hobo sleeping alone; he's in a dirty box-car,
He dreams of sailing to tropical island one sweet day,
The thrill awakes him,
There is no sunshine,
This old train ain't really going there, oh no,
Now does anybody care?
And for heaven's sake, take this aching away.
Oh, you can't run, you can't hide from the hound of heaven,
You're free to choose,
Can you refuse the seeker of souls?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
We got lost among the stars,
Hollywood flash, cash, mansions and cars,
Deep-sea divers,
Lear jet flyers,
This thing go to the moon?
Oh yeah,
Give me elbow room,
For heaven's sake, take this aching away.
You can't run, you can't hide from the hound of heaven,
You're free to choose,
Can you refuse the seeker of souls?
No, no, you can't run, you can't hide from the hound of heaven,
You're free to choose,
Can you refuse the seeker of souls?
