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