The Promised Land

Sometimes I don't feel at home
Like Exodus in my own soul
(And I want to return)
(And I want to return)
(Ah Yeah)
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 want to 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
(Bum, bum, bum, bum)
Like Exodus in my own soul
(And I want to return)
(And I want to return)
(Ah Yeah)
Sometimes I don't feel at home
(Bum, bum, bum, bum)
Like Exodus in my own soul
(And I want to return)
(And I want to return)
(Ahhhhh yeah)
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 'bout it, what does it all mean?
To have a simple heart, to keep both my hands clean
Wandering the village, I've been wandering the land
Following the song, in hopes to overstand, my man
You need to reach out 'ya hand
To forgive both ways, like the sweet sun rays
Plant a couple trees for the ones we'll never see
Beyond you and me, beyond what we'll see
I'm waitin', waitin' on the fable
Waitin' on the song, I've been waitin' on the angel
Waitin' on the bliss to come kiss both lids upon my eyes
Waitin' for the righteous to rise, pray.
Sometimes I don't feel at home
(Bum, bum, bum, bum)
Like Exodus in my own soul
(And I want to return)
(And I want to return)
(Ah yeah)
Sometimes I don't feel at home
(Bum, bum, bum, bum)
Like Exodus in my own soul
(And I want to return)
(And I want to return)
(Ahhhhh yeah)
(And I want to return)
(And I want to return)