| Lyrics: | Chris DeGarmo, Eddie Jackson, Scott Rockenfield, 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 it's not what I expected.
Somewhere along the
way
friends I once held close
fled the fast lane.
I didn't notice,
I just had to
make it.
head down, nose to the grindstone;
the kiss of life
placed on my
brow
somehow slid to the ground
and lies buried six feet under.
Preaching from
the floor again
the same old sad song,
"Bartender . . . bring another drink for their
favorite son."
Where did it all go wrong?
What's the use in even holding
on?
Here's to love, hate . . . and promises.
Almost called it today.
Turned to
face "The Void"
numb with the suffering
and the question,
"Why am I. . . ?"
So
many times I've
tried and failed to
gather my courage, reach again for that
nail.
Life's been like
dragging feet through sand,
and never finding . . . Promised
Land.
Preaching from the floor again
the same old sad song,
"Bartender . . .
bring another drink for their favorite son."
Where did it all go wrong?
I feel like I'm
dying.
Here's to love, to hate,
to promises and Promised Land lies |
