The Promised Land - Bruce Springsteen
    On a rattlesnake speedway in the Utah desert

    I pick up my money and head back into town
    Driving cross the Waynesboro county line
    I got the radio on and I'm just killing time
    Working all day in my daddy's garage
    Driving all night chasing some mirage
    Pretty soon little girl I'm gonna take charge

    The dogs on Main Street howl
    `cause they understand
    If I could take one moment into my hands
    Mister I ain't a boy, no I'm a man
    And I believe in a promised land

    I've done my best to live the right way
    I get up every morning and go to work each day
    But your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold
    Sometimes I feel so weak I just want to explode
    Explode and tear this whole town apart
    Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart
    Find somebody itching for something to start


    There's a dark cloud rising from the desert floor
    I packed my bags and I'm heading straight into the storm
    Gonna be a twister to blow everything down
    That ain't got the faith to stand its ground
    Blow away the dreams that tear you apart
    Blow away the dreams that break your heart
    Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted

    I believe in a promised land...


    Marco Giunco
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