He could almost see his mansion
While his home was on the road
Pulling at their pockets
He could almost feel
The rich mans gold
Most men called him crazy
As they threw him out of town
Now hes gone from rags to riches
Wearing his scars like a crown

His name is Daniel
And hes ahead of his time
At the front of the pack
Walking down the road
With a song in his heart
And empty hands
On his way to the promised land
Daniel hes not turning back

He was caught
With another mans wife
Wondering how he got there
Fearing for his life
Hes served from a silver platter
I would think he has it well
But where they got that head
I cannot begin to tell

His name is Daniel
And hes ahead of his time
At the front of the pack
Walking down the road
With a song in his heart
And empty hands
On his way to the promised land
Daniel hes not turning back