Promised Land

Sometimes in the pirouette

Of her frightened mind

Her eyes are glued behind

What if they know

She wants to leave the show

And leave this life behind

She looks to the sky and slides away

Where’s this promised land? Is it far away?

Shall I catch a bus or walk all the way?

Where’s this promised land? Is it far away?

Shall I catch a boat or swim all the way?

Golly good God

They screamed at her simple shoes

She’s got the blues they say

But they don’t have a clue

How nimbly she tiptoes

On the tiles around town

Without breaking down

She waves to the crowd and glides away