From the album Pieces

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Lyrics

On the highway up to Jerusalem
Winding through the streets in the morning sun
He’s been travelin' this road a thousand times or more
But each time it's like he’s never done it before

He tells me,
I was born up north in the Galilee
Where the moist green earth hugs the deep blue sea
I'm gonna live and die in this holy land
Lay to rest with my fathers in the desert sands

As we're rockin' and a bumpin' up the narrow streets
He tells me holy stories, I'm not missing a beat
He’s a follower, devout, of the Baba Sali
But he says we're really all one family

Sports a small woven kippah upon his head
Worn with years of war and bloodshed
His heart is afire when he stands to pray
Says there are just some things you can't throw away

Although my stomach's turnin' queasy as the ride gets rough
I could stay here forever, and never get enough
Cause my driver, the hasid, he has got me in a trance
His granddad dressed for Shabbos five hours in advance

He tells me,
He was a saintly man, and I’ll keep his flame alive
Yeah all week I'm a drivin’ but I’ll never break the ties
My Torah shiur's on every Shabbos afternoon
And I see his eyes a smilin' as I sing his holy tune

CHORUS
Yeah he's my bus driver and he's a hasid through and through
And his love for G-d is mighty strong, he’s taught me a thing or two
Sports a small woven kippah upon his head
Worn with years of war and bloodshed
His heart is afire when he stands to pray
Says there are just some things you can’t throw away

Long as the world is a turnin'
Every soul is alive and she's yearnin'
I've seen the flame that is always a burnin'

Now my stop's coming up, but I don’t wanna leave
And I can already smell the Jerusalem breeze
And my driver's motto is a ringin' in my head
Don't fear anyone but G-d, as the Baal Shem Tov's father said