Promised Land - The Clarks

It’s my decision, I’m gonna be the man

Smash the television and take a stand

And it’s my opinion, you could use a hand

Smash the indecision and take my hand

On this caravan into the promised land

It’s my communion, I’m down on my knees

You’ve got to pray for our union and believe in me…

I’m asking for your hand into the promised land

When he met her she was just 19, and everything was right

On the way back home they stopped and kissed

On a cold November night

Five years on he bought a ring

Almost to the day

A year went by she gave it back

Nothing left to say

And it’s my confusion, that’s tearing me apart

And your disillusion burns inside my heart

I’ve been tried and convicted

You’re sending me away

I’ll have the last inscription

On judgement day…

One more lonely man in a foreign land