The bus broke down
on the road to Damascus.
I grabbed my hotel key
and I walked down the hall.
I got down on my knees,
I said, "Lord, if you're out there,
been down so long,
just can't take too much more."
I turned to my friends,
but no one said nothin'.
And I thought to myself,
"What a fool you have been.
You always come back
to the road to Damascus,
but you always go home
in the shape you left in."
I spent the whole evenin'
just tellin' my story,
a few things I'd done right,
but a thousand done wrong.
With no one to hear me,
it seemed almost useless.
Just can't explain it,
I've been lost far too long.
I heard miracles happen
on the road to Damascus,
some took this same journey
a long time ago.
And a man just like me
put aside his anger,
walked out the door,
a broke man made whole.
The bus broke down
on the road to Damascus.
I grabbed my hotel key
and I walked down the hall.
I got down on my knees,
I said, "Lord, if you're out there,
I just can't take too much more."