Promised Land
Mike Caplinger and Granny's 12 Gauge, Copyright 1997.
A train rolls by
But I don't even look
The wind blows through my hair
Like the pages of a book
There's holes in my clothes
And holes in my head
And holes in my memories
From the bottles by my bed
It's a mystery, it's a mystery to me
How I'll keep my sanity
When I know my dreams will never be
And the woman I love, she don't love me
I went and told my troubles
To a man all dressed in black
He said "Son just forget it
Cause she ain't a'commin' back"
But I told told him that I needed her
'Cause I was just a man
He shook his head and said
"You'll never see the Promised Land"
It's a mystery, it's a mystery to me
How I'll keep my sanity
When I know my dreams will never be
And the woman I love, she don't love me
There's things that just keep chasin' me
Their bitin' at my heels
The wrong turns and mistakes
And the words that just won't heal
I hear them in the alleys
And I hear them in the streets
I hear them in the bars
Where the lonely like us meet
It's a mystery, it's a mystery to me
How I'll keep my sanity
When I know my dreams will never be
And the woman I love, she don't love me
Me, she don't love me
Me, she don't love me