Flora Cash - Promising

Oh, it smells like home
When I walk outside this stranger's slum
Oh, I just wanna get out of here
Take me to the promising land of love

I'll take you home
Where the greener grass is gonna grow
Won't be alone
'Cause the greener grass is gonna grow

Some day, one way, or another
We will find it, bind it, call it promising
Call it promising

Oh, when I get home
I will run upstairs to my old room

I'll see you home
And we'll go right up to your old room
Lie, on the floor
In that cozy room without a door

Some day, one way, or another
We will find it, bind it, call it promising
Some day, one way, or another
We will find it, bind it, call it promising
Call it promising

Home (take me)
Home (bring me)
Home
Home
Home
Home

Some day, one way, or another
We will find it, bind it, call it promising
Some day, one way, or another
We will find it, bind it, call it promising
Call it promising