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The Promised Land

On a rattlesnake speedway in the Utah desert
I pick up my money and head back into town
Driving 'cross the Waynesboro county line
I got the radio on and I'm just killing time

Working all day in my Daddy's garage
Driving all night, chasing some mirage
Pretty soon little girl, I'm gonna take charge

The dogs on main street howl 'cause they understand
If I could take one moment into my hands
Mister I ain't a boy, no I'm a man
And I believe in a promised land

I've done my best to live the right way
I get up every morning and go to work each day
But your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold
Sometimes I feel so weak, I just want to explode

Explode and tear this whole town apart
Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart
Find somebody itching for something to start

The dogs on main street howl 'cause they understand
If I could take one moment into my hands
Mister I ain't a boy, no I'm a man
And I believe in a promised land

There's a dark cloud rising from the desert floor
I packed my bags and I'm heading straight into the storm
Gonna be a twister to blow everything down
That ain't got the faith to stand it's ground

Blow away the dreams that tear you apart
Blow away the dreams that break your heart
Blow away the lies that leave you nothing
But lost and brokenhearted

The dogs on main street howl 'cause they understand
If I could take one moment into my hands
Mister I ain't a boy, no I'm a man
And I believe in a promised land

Bruce Springsteen

1978

outside myself

A thin ice covers my soul
My body's frozen and my heart is cold and still
So much about me is raw
I search for a place to unthaw

Something in me broods love into fear
It veils my vision leaves my thoughts unclear
My eyes from blue turn to gray
Hoping to mask what they say

I've been outside myself for so long
Any feeling I had is close to gone
I've been outside myself for so long

I have been in a storm of the sun
Basking, senseless to what I've become
A fool to worship just light
When after all, it follows night

I've been outside myself for so long
Any feeling I had is close to gone
I've been outside myself for so long, so long

I've been outside myself for so long
Any feeling I had is close to gone
I've been outside myself for so long

k.d. lang 
1992