On the road to El Dorado, cool wind upon my face.
All the earthly angels crying, think I need a saving grace.
They say I'm heading nowhere, it's from nowhere that I came.
On the road to El Dorado, and I'll never be the same.
The summer sun shines setting, silver sands shimmer with heat,
As coyotes sing a lonesome song, set to the desert beat.
The midnight moon makes her merry way across the sunlit sky,
And reminds me of my true love, whom I'll love until I die.
On the road to El Dorado, there's a wind upon my face.
On month more on the eastern shore, Lord knows I'll miss this place.
The call is coming from the west, so I'm heading to my fate.
On the road to El Dorado, and I can hardly wait.
Roadside diner, neon glow, have a cigarette and a cup of joe
Two bucks--a rip, leave a two-bit tip. I take my hat and go.
Outside, another cigarette. Stare at the stars and smoke,
And laugh with God in silence. I finally got the joke.
On the road to El Dorado, that wind's still on my face.
I'm on my way there slowly. I have no need to race.
My future's waiting for me, and somewhat too, my past.
On the road to El Dorado. I'm on the road at last.
The heavens dance in darkness, silver fire from above.
To guide the path of the traveling man, seeking truth and love.
Sunrise is one hour away, no sleep for me tonight.
But there's peace of mind before me, bathed in the sweetest light.
On the road to El Dorado, a wind blows upon my face.
All the angel's praying for me, as the devil gives me chase.
From a lifetime hiding from myself, it's to myself I roam.
On the road to El Dorado. I making my way home.