Ghosts Of Promised Lands - Jackie Greene

I live alone inside my mind

Everyday is the day I die

I go walking up the street

Undetected in the heat

With a thousand different

Faces passing by

They’re out there hanging

Posters of Jesus

On my block they’ve covered

Every wall.

Well I suppose

We could all use a Savior

So I told em to do the whole

City and save us all?

There’s a young kid wailing mad on a saxophone

Someone screams, «Man!

I dig the sound»

The girls around the corner can make your nights

A little warmer if you just let em take you down

But you gotta let em take you down?

right

There are some men who would lead

Us to destruction.

They deal in dirt and pain

And misery.

They talk the silver tongue, one hand on

A gun and spit lies at you and me

Most people around here got no money

They got chains that rain straight to drains

They work for somebody, who answers to somebody else

And nobody knows their names.

It’s a shame

Come on, come on and rise up!

Take somebody by the hand

Come on, come on and rise up!

All you ghosts of promised lands!

I’m not talking about revolution.

I’m not trying to make demands

But I want you to know, that wherever you go, you got

The whole wide world in your hands.

You got the whole wide world in

Your hands