Promised Land

Everything I am is a mirror

These days the darkness kicks in

The mirror shattered by a hot dog stand

You got out of hand

My promised land

Please, please, excuse the way I talk

I am sad, so very, very sad

All my love is lost to a cause

And I can't win for you, Elisabeth

Let's all do the nuclear spin

We can sing, at least we can still sing

And tell the dancer to illuminate

Let him burn

And turn, turn, turn

I had a dream of an underground station

I was chasing her by the blue

I spill my time, like sand

You got out of hand

My promised land

Please, please, excuse the way I talk

I am sad, so very, very sad

All my love is lost to a cause

And I can't win for you, Elisabeth

And every day feels like another reason lost

I ought to try to sit it out

Pour me another glass of sauce

We keep in touch

Twice a year we write a few considered lines

And the one time we met in Graz

In a bar near the park

Oh, please, please, excuse the way I talk

I am sad, so very, very sad

All my love is lost to a cause

And I can't win for you, Elisabeth