| Song | The Promised Land |
| Artist | Trevor Hall |
| Album | Chapter of the Forest |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Sometimes I don't feel at home | |
| Like exodus in my own soul, | |
| And I wanna return! | |
| And I wanna return! | |
| 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 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! | |
| And 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 about, what does it all mean? | |
| To have a simple heart and to keep both of my hands clean. | |
| Been wandering the village, I’ve been wandering the land, | |
| Following the song in the hopes to overstand, my man, | |
| You need to reach out your hand, | |
| To forgive both ways like the sweet sunrise. | |
| Plant a couple trees for the ones who will never see it, | |
| It’s beyond you and me, beyond what we see. | |
| And maybe, waiting on the flavor, waiting on the song, | |
| I’ll be waiting on the angel, | |
| Waiting for the bliss to come kiss, | |
| Both lids upon my eyes, waiting for the righteous to rise | |
| Pray! | |
| 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! |
| Sometimes I don' t feel at home | |
| Like exodus in my own soul, | |
| And I wanna return! | |
| And I wanna return! | |
| 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 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! | |
| And 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 about, what does it all mean? | |
| To have a simple heart and to keep both of my hands clean. | |
| Been wandering the village, I' ve been wandering the land, | |
| Following the song in the hopes to overstand, my man, | |
| You need to reach out your hand, | |
| To forgive both ways like the sweet sunrise. | |
| Plant a couple trees for the ones who will never see it, | |
| It' s beyond you and me, beyond what we see. | |
| And maybe, waiting on the flavor, waiting on the song, | |
| I' ll be waiting on the angel, | |
| Waiting for the bliss to come kiss, | |
| Both lids upon my eyes, waiting for the righteous to rise | |
| Pray! | |
| 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! |
| Sometimes I don' t feel at home | |
| Like exodus in my own soul, | |
| And I wanna return! | |
| And I wanna return! | |
| 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 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! | |
| And 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 about, what does it all mean? | |
| To have a simple heart and to keep both of my hands clean. | |
| Been wandering the village, I' ve been wandering the land, | |
| Following the song in the hopes to overstand, my man, | |
| You need to reach out your hand, | |
| To forgive both ways like the sweet sunrise. | |
| Plant a couple trees for the ones who will never see it, | |
| It' s beyond you and me, beyond what we see. | |
| And maybe, waiting on the flavor, waiting on the song, | |
| I' ll be waiting on the angel, | |
| Waiting for the bliss to come kiss, | |
| Both lids upon my eyes, waiting for the righteous to rise | |
| Pray! | |
| 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! |