Из альбома: The Execution of All Things
It's sixteen miles to the promised land
And i promise you i'm doing the best i can
Don't fool yourself in thinking you're more than a man
'Cause you'll probably end up dead
I visit these mountains with frequency and i stand here with my arms up
Some days last longer than others
But this day by the lake went too fast
And if you want me you better speak up
I won't wait
So you'd better move fast
Don't fool yourself in thinking you're More Than You Are
With your arms outstretched to me