No sir I won't follow right into your grave
Since I've seen your true face, all I do is shake
Once you took my mother far away from me
But I know her sweet soul is where it ought to be

No sir I won't walk you to your fancy car
I will take the small road, wich leads me very far
You can do whatever is written long ago
Drive up to the hilltop to choose right from wrong

They are the center of me
As they bestow me with glory

Patiently I'll walk home, waiting for that day
The day that I will meet her again with my dear lord
'Cause I've found me a saviour, that reaches out to me
Both will be there waiting with all who are dear to me

They are the center of me
As they bestow me with glory
I know they're waiting for me
When their spirits surround me