Old fashioned winds blow scents from the bakery School kids on bikes in the morning go by me Blonde headed gal rolls down the window And slows her car down pretending I see her But I see the sunrise and moss on the sidewalk And building around me have been here for centuries Old chapel town pretty as when it was built I think I saw God on the road I think I saw God on the road Now the postman in blue clothes leaves me a letter I'm on the front lawn just tryna see better And I'll read a book as an apprentice On this old spring day I'll write down an entry In an old fashioned book once given to me By a very wise man who left his mark on me I think I saw God on the road I think I saw God on the road The colors are switching we cross the Atlantic God has gone hunting we don't judge his antics But I'm gonna try to finish my memoirs But my thoughts in the basement my mind has gone crazy So listen the preacher forever we roam I think I saw God on the road I think I saw God on the road I think I saw God on the road I think I saw God on the road I think I saw God on the road