Promised Land

I saw your face in the stars last night
Shining down from a clear black sky
Colorado turned out the lights
A thousand miles from California sand
A thousand more to the Blue Ridge Mountains
All in the cradle of your weary hands

Staring at the Great Divide
Staring at the Great Divide
Staring at the Great Divide
Looking to the left, looking to the right

Cardboard city full of government tents
Kids trying to sleep over subway vents
Keeping watch over cold cement
No vote in North Dakota with a native ID
Churches shot: Philly, Jersey, Kansas, Tennessee
We’re all waking up from the same lost dream

Is there a sign on your neighbor’s lawn
That makes you wonder how we went so wrong?
Show me a side we can all get on

I saw a man quilt an eight-foot flag
With just his hands and a pile of rags
Sometimes all we need is what we have

I only see what I can see
Feeling small and not that free
Cause from where I stand
This doesn’t look like the promised land
(This could still be the promised land)

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