Rain like static falling in my eyes,
Rain like static on the road,
Rain on the loners and the regular thieves,
Everybody else has gone home.
If I could stay in your hotel bed,
And sleep all day --
I made my mind up a long time ago,
Got to keep on weaving my way.
Like a late night pilgrim
Looking for redemption in the underground.
Lord, won't you help a late night pilgrim
When the morning comes around.
You'll get dirtier before you get clean,
That's how a dream will go.
And when it don't light like gasoline, baby
You're on your own.
Just a late night pilgrim
Looking for redemption in the underground.
Lord, won't you help a late night pilgrim
When the morning comes around.
Sometimes, I am the fool who's dealing cards
To a ghost who's running late.
Sometimes, the prophets they are just like me,
Can't do nothing but sit up and wait
With all the late night pilgrims
Looking for redemption in the underground.
Lord, won't you help the late night pilgrim
When the morning comes around.
Lord, won't you help this late night pilgrim
When the morning comes around.