Promised Land
Queensryche/Queensrяche Lyrics

Watching the sand fall, listening for the knock Upon my door, And waiting, for Promised Land.
I am waiting for a message or opportunity that will bring me to a better future, while time keeps passing and I am listening for any sign or change.

Standing neck deep in life, My ring of brass lay rusting on the floor. Is this all? Because it's not what I expected.
I feel like I am completely immersed in my daily routine, but the reward or recognition that I thought I would get has not come, and I am wondering if this is all there is to life.

Somewhere along the way Friends I once held close fled the fast lane. I didn't notice, I just had to make it.
I lost touch with my friends who were following a different path to success, but I was too focused on achieving my own success to notice or care about their absence.

Head down, nose in the grindstone; The kiss of life placed on my brow Kept sliddin' to the ground And now it's buried six feet under.
I was working hard and hoping to succeed, but the motivation or inspiration that was keeping me going has now completely disappeared and I feel like I have lost it forever.

Preaching from the floor again The same old sad song, "Bartender, bring another drink for their favorite son."
I find myself repeating the same story of my struggles and disappointments, while seeking comfort or numbness in alcohol and feeling like I am everyone's victim.

Where did it all go wrong? What's the use in even holding on? Here's to love, hate, and promises.
I am questioning what led me to this state of desperation and apathy, and wondering if there is any point in trying to change things. I raise a toast to the confusing and painful aspects of life.

Almost called it today. Turned to face "The Void" Numb with the suffering And the question, "Why am I?"
I almost gave up on life because I felt so empty and hopeless, and I confronted the abyss of my own existence, feeling completely disconnected from myself and my purpose.

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.
I have attempted many times to find the motivation and willpower to pursue my dreams, but I always fall short and feel stuck in a slow and futile motion, never reaching the reward or destination that I desire.

Preaching from the floor again The same old sad song, "Bartender, bring another drink for their favorite song." Where did it all go wrong? I feel like I'm dying. Here's to love, to hate, To promises and promised land lies.
Once again, I am telling my story of defeat and despair, while seeking an escape in alcohol, and I feel like I am slowly fading away. I lift my glass to the ups and downs of life, and to the illusions and deceptions that keep me going.