Secondhand Promised Land

Oh there’s a city

Oh in Philly

Oh she really fucked me up

But did I get enough

We were tricking, but now we’re just missing

Those days felt off the cuff

Now they feel so rough

Listen to the music

Stop and ferry us all out

Let’s waste a marathon

Risking every vision

To make me feel a way to hang on

Secondhand promised land

Take me there in the end

Oh there’s a party

At the end of Spring Garden

It really lit us up

Is my youth still alive?

We started kissing but time was whisking

Those bright eyes away

We didn’t have to stay

Lighting up a cigarette

A smoke to cope around

And wait the taxi line

Swearing to the street

An “oh, we’ll be just fine”

Secondhand promised land

Take me there in the end

Caught up in a chase

Lost sight of the shore

Heaven is just a place

To live again some more

Secondhand promised land

Take me there in the end

Rubber band

Motherland

Now I can understand

I can understand