on the wrong side of the tracks,
His heart beats to the rhythm
of the boxcars rumbling past
As his mind begins to wander
to the places he could go
bound for the promised land
It's always around the bend
A place where dreams come true
a young man stands alone,
at midnight whistle blows,
Like a train, his heart is racing
As he climbs aboard, he knows
That his dreams are out there waiting
bound for the promised land
A place where dreams come true
Blue sky falls on a red sunset
And finds an old man standing tall
There's a whistle in the distance,
like the night he heard the call
And as he smiles he knows
and take that one last ride
bound for the promised land
it's always around the bend
A place where dreams come true
bound for the promised land
it's always around the bend.
bound for the promised land.
it's always around the bend.
Bound for the promised land.
It's always around the bend
