Song | The Promised Land |
Artist | Trevor Hall |
Album | Chapter of the Forest |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Sometimes I don't feel at home | |
Like exodus in my own soul, | |
And I wanna return! | |
And I wanna return! | |
I’m coming in again, time to break bread | |
Got a couple heavy things weighing down on my head. | |
Feeling like a child being lost in the crowd | |
Just can't understand how things are going down. | |
Kinda confused in the way that we're living | |
We are always taking we forgot about giving. | |
Missing, how we used to talk about soul, | |
Clouds coming in we better get back home! | |
Don't wanna complicate, just wanna shake hands, | |
Taste fruit and return to the Promised Land | |
Where we once laughed, kept our hearts clean | |
No more enemies we were on the same team. | |
Sometimes I don't feel at home, a bum, bum, bum | |
Like exodus in my own soul, and I wanna return | |
And I wanna return! | |
Sometimes I don't feel at home, a bum, bum, bum | |
Like exodus in my own soul, | |
And I wanna return! | |
And I wanna return! | |
And can you love it unconditional my friend? | |
Spread it out from beginning to the end. | |
Spread it out across all the four seasons, | |
Forgive all your sins and you can love without reason. | |
I’ve been thinking about, what does it all mean? | |
To have a simple heart and to keep both of my hands clean. | |
Been wandering the village, I’ve been wandering the land, | |
Following the song in the hopes to overstand, my man, | |
You need to reach out your hand, | |
To forgive both ways like the sweet sunrise. | |
Plant a couple trees for the ones who will never see it, | |
It’s beyond you and me, beyond what we see. | |
And maybe, waiting on the flavor, waiting on the song, | |
I’ll be waiting on the angel, | |
Waiting for the bliss to come kiss, | |
Both lids upon my eyes, waiting for the righteous to rise | |
Pray! | |
Sometimes I don't feel at home, a bum, bum, bum | |
Like exodus in my own soul, | |
And I wanna return | |
And I wanna return! | |
Sometimes I don't feel at home, a bum, bum, bum | |
Like exodus in my own soul, and I wanna return | |
And I wanna return! |
Sometimes I don' t feel at home | |
Like exodus in my own soul, | |
And I wanna return! | |
And I wanna return! | |
I' m coming in again, time to break bread | |
Got a couple heavy things weighing down on my head. | |
Feeling like a child being lost in the crowd | |
Just can' t understand how things are going down. | |
Kinda confused in the way that we' re living | |
We are always taking we forgot about giving. | |
Missing, how we used to talk about soul, | |
Clouds coming in we better get back home! | |
Don' t wanna complicate, just wanna shake hands, | |
Taste fruit and return to the Promised Land | |
Where we once laughed, kept our hearts clean | |
No more enemies we were on the same team. | |
Sometimes I don' t feel at home, a bum, bum, bum | |
Like exodus in my own soul, and I wanna return | |
And I wanna return! | |
Sometimes I don' t feel at home, a bum, bum, bum | |
Like exodus in my own soul, | |
And I wanna return! | |
And I wanna return! | |
And can you love it unconditional my friend? | |
Spread it out from beginning to the end. | |
Spread it out across all the four seasons, | |
Forgive all your sins and you can love without reason. | |
I' ve been thinking about, what does it all mean? | |
To have a simple heart and to keep both of my hands clean. | |
Been wandering the village, I' ve been wandering the land, | |
Following the song in the hopes to overstand, my man, | |
You need to reach out your hand, | |
To forgive both ways like the sweet sunrise. | |
Plant a couple trees for the ones who will never see it, | |
It' s beyond you and me, beyond what we see. | |
And maybe, waiting on the flavor, waiting on the song, | |
I' ll be waiting on the angel, | |
Waiting for the bliss to come kiss, | |
Both lids upon my eyes, waiting for the righteous to rise | |
Pray! | |
Sometimes I don' t feel at home, a bum, bum, bum | |
Like exodus in my own soul, | |
And I wanna return | |
And I wanna return! | |
Sometimes I don' t feel at home, a bum, bum, bum | |
Like exodus in my own soul, and I wanna return | |
And I wanna return! |
Sometimes I don' t feel at home | |
Like exodus in my own soul, | |
And I wanna return! | |
And I wanna return! | |
I' m coming in again, time to break bread | |
Got a couple heavy things weighing down on my head. | |
Feeling like a child being lost in the crowd | |
Just can' t understand how things are going down. | |
Kinda confused in the way that we' re living | |
We are always taking we forgot about giving. | |
Missing, how we used to talk about soul, | |
Clouds coming in we better get back home! | |
Don' t wanna complicate, just wanna shake hands, | |
Taste fruit and return to the Promised Land | |
Where we once laughed, kept our hearts clean | |
No more enemies we were on the same team. | |
Sometimes I don' t feel at home, a bum, bum, bum | |
Like exodus in my own soul, and I wanna return | |
And I wanna return! | |
Sometimes I don' t feel at home, a bum, bum, bum | |
Like exodus in my own soul, | |
And I wanna return! | |
And I wanna return! | |
And can you love it unconditional my friend? | |
Spread it out from beginning to the end. | |
Spread it out across all the four seasons, | |
Forgive all your sins and you can love without reason. | |
I' ve been thinking about, what does it all mean? | |
To have a simple heart and to keep both of my hands clean. | |
Been wandering the village, I' ve been wandering the land, | |
Following the song in the hopes to overstand, my man, | |
You need to reach out your hand, | |
To forgive both ways like the sweet sunrise. | |
Plant a couple trees for the ones who will never see it, | |
It' s beyond you and me, beyond what we see. | |
And maybe, waiting on the flavor, waiting on the song, | |
I' ll be waiting on the angel, | |
Waiting for the bliss to come kiss, | |
Both lids upon my eyes, waiting for the righteous to rise | |
Pray! | |
Sometimes I don' t feel at home, a bum, bum, bum | |
Like exodus in my own soul, | |
And I wanna return | |
And I wanna return! | |
Sometimes I don' t feel at home, a bum, bum, bum | |
Like exodus in my own soul, and I wanna return | |
And I wanna return! |