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