the promised land

Trevor Hall

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!

You 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!