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