I'm getting near my destination A slow train crawl Like a fool I nearly miss the station It's grown so small Not betting on an easy landing Out of the blue These shuttered houses and a clock still standing at 1962 Waiting for the ferry, tickets in their hand Good people that were never out of sight of land Waiting for the ferry, tickets in their hand Good people that you knew would never understand And we're all on board It's not very far to ride Your river is not like Jordan We'll meet on the other side A stony church where lovers lingered In years gone by The hand of God still points a finger Across the sky A stony road to no salvation Who sheds a tear? I think that both of us were looking for a short cut out of here Waiting for the ferry, tickets in our hand Good people that were never out of sight of land Waiting for the ferry, tickets in our hand Good people that you knew would never understand Could've brought you whisky, could've brought you wine The only thing I can't bring is time, time, time And we're all on board It's not very far to ride Your river is not like Jordan We'll meet on the other side
