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 in the grindstone; the kiss of life placed on my brow kept sliddin' to the ground and now it's 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 song."
Where did it all go wrong?
I feel like I'm dying
Here's to love, to hate, to promises and Promised Land lies
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 in the grindstone; the kiss of life placed on my brow kept sliddin' to the ground and now it's 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 song."
Where did it all go wrong?
I feel like I'm dying
Here's to love, to hate, to promises and Promised Land lies
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