Hold On It's Coming

Picked up a hitchhiker the other day,
He said he wasn't going far.
He looked so strange I couldn't help myself,
I asked, "Please, tell me who you are."
He smiled politely and lit a cigarette,
The smoke seemed to cast a spell.
What happened next I don't understand yet.
It was so strange I can hardly tell.
He said, hold on it's coming.
He said, hold on it's very near.
He said, hold on it's coming.
He said, hold on it's almost here.

My mind seemed to spin
And my hands began to tremble.
I began talking in tongues.
I looked over and his eyes seemed to glow.
It was like looking at the sun.
I told him everything in just a few moments
As if we had stopped time.
I felt a great light just as if I were floating.
It was truly blowing my mind.
He said, hold on it's coming.
He said, hold on it's very near.
He said, hold on it's coming.
He said, hold on it's almost here.

And then I was suddenly a child again
Holding my father's hand.
And I watched it from the beginning
As I grew from child to man.
My friends all came
And gathered round me once more,
We undid what was done,
And when it was over
I was driving down the road.
I looked around and he was gone.
He said, hold on it's coming.
He said, hold on it's very near.
He said, hold on it's coming.
He said, hold on it's almost here.

--Country Joe McDonald