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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,
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