Fourteen years behind these bars In twelve-foot square of cold cement I’ve lost nearly everything For a crime of which I’m innocent But all my suffering’s a light and momentary pain While the weight of an endless glory still remains to me A dead man walking down the hall To meet a mess of wood and wire They lead me where men fear to tread But towards the thing I most desire For all my suffering’s a light and momentary pain While the weight of an endless glory still remains Throw the switch, son, I know you ain’t got a choice The dawn is coming, all is well, I will rejoice