Queensryche Promised Land
(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.
