When the body that you’re livin in gets ravaged by time
The wallet in your pocket runs out of dimes
When the song that you’re singin loses its rhyme
Your faith will sustain you at the end of the line
Your faith will sustain you at the end of the line
(Well the) great mathematicians can’t figure it out
Hobos and poets ponder what life’s about
When the books that you’re readin leave you dry as a drought
Your faith will sustain you so much better than doubt
Your faith will sustain you now of this there’s no doubt
Chorus
I feel sorry for the man who’s lost his way
Down on his luck still refuses to pray
I believe in tomorrow (it) helps me get though today
Your faith will sustain you come what may
Your faith will sustain you come what may
