Jeff Finlin

The Promise Land

Jeff Finlin


Look at me and I'll be counting 
All my chickens while I pound and kick and scratch 
Staring on with great expectations 
A privilege of where this boy was hatched 
Cause heaven waits and quiets desperation 
And it's a wonder there's a smile upon my face 
'Cause all I ever look toward is a happier place 
In this promised land 

Look at me I'm your patron saint 
Hey watch all the wind roll off my back 
The dirt don't stick when the engine clicks 
And my dreams keep me from slipping through the cracks 
I'm a fool for love believing and the thunder 
They crack my heels and visions of the dead 
Yeah I'm bound to wake up number one and broken but fed 
In this promised land 

So let's drink a toast to all them salty angels 
Who walk on water and weather with belief 
Let's drink us down another tall round 
And stumble in their footsteps on the street 
'Cause heaven waits and quiets desperation 
And the only way I can see my face  
Is to hope like hell there's a happier place 
Than this promised land