| Lyrics: | Chris DeGarmo, Eddie Jackson, Scott Reckenfield, Geoff Tate, Michael Wilton)
Watching the
sand fall,
listening for the knock
upon my door,
and waiting...
for Promised
Land.
Standing neck deep in life,
my ring of brass
lay rusting on the
floor.
Is this all ?,
because it¹s not what I expected.
Somewhere along the
way
friends I once held close
fled the fast lane.
I didn¹t notice,
I just had
to make it.
Head down, nose to the grindstone;
the kiss of life
place on my
brow
somehow slid to the ground
and lies buried six feet under.
Preaching from
the floor again
the same old sad song,
³Bartender... bring another drink for their
favorite son.²
Where did it all go wrong ?
What¹s the use in even holding on
?
Here¹s to love, hate ... and promises.
Almost called it today.
Turned to
face ³The Void²
numb with the suffering
and the question,
³Why am I ...
?²
So many times I¹ve
tried and failed to
gather my courage, reach again for
that nail.
Life¹s been like
dragging feet through sand,
and never finding ...
Promised Land.
Preaching from the floor again
the same old sad
song,
³Bartender ... bring another drink for their favorite son.²
Where did it all
go wrong ?
I feel like I¹m dying.
Here¹s to love, to hate,
to promises and
Promised Land lies |
