You seek the answers i find and
I will free this country of mine,
I see no valleys and no highs, no coalitions to proscribe,
And yet here is something else,
I live in a beat up street downtown,
Where only few wander by,
And if you've seen my face, then you're right,
I live in the street sometimes at night.
I see no valleys and no highs, no coalitions to proscribe,
And yet here is something else,
So I've found, ooooh,
No promised land, ooooh but i will try, ooohh,
To make it mine.
My mother says don't play so loud,
I've learned that my mother can't describe,
The things I feel when playing at night,
To crowds of strangers, and trains that pass,
I see no valleys and no highs, no coalitions to proscribe,
And yet here there is something else, oooh,
So I've found, ooooh,
No promised land, ooooh
But i will try, ooohh,
To make it mine.
But you'll never see,
Living on the edge, is more than we can find,
Living high, is an ideal of mind,
I learn to breathe in a country that isn't mine,
And change is coming my way.
So I've found, ooooh,
No promised land, ooooh
But i will try, ooohh,
To make it mine.
So I'll go on, for the rest of my life,
I wish I could give you all that love back,
And if you hear this song someday you'll know,
That I'll be right there, on the Platz.