Is there a promised land
Or am I on the journey going to nowhere?
Are the streets paved with gold
Or am I slipping on the mold that slowly grows there?
Every man has his conscience
Sanity
Left aong the way
Carried in this vessel
Setting forth together now
Out towards the monsters of the deep
Set your sights on rocky shores
You just might run aground on the reef
The jorneys in the destination
Mention fear, you’re falling on deaf ears
Every man has his conscience
Sanity
Left aong the way
Carried in this vessel
Setting forth together now
Out towards the monsters of the deep
Aye, Aye
Left aong the way
Carried in this vessel
Setting forth together now
Out towards the monsters of the deep
