Текст: Keni Thomas. Gloryland (with Blackhawk).

In the little town that I grew up in
Me and my buddies always had big dreams
Kelly set her sights on making movies
Randy was swinging for the major leagues
Michael?s Daddy was our county Sheriff
He couldn?t wait to work with his old man
Me, all I wanted was to fly an airplane
See the world courtesy of Uncle Sam

Whoa, we are on our way
We?re on our way to Gloryland
Whoa, we are all just scattered stones by Heaven?s hand
Whoa, we are on our way, we?re on our way, we?re on our way, yeah

I read the words we wrote in our old yearbook
Man, it?s funny how our lives have changed
Kelly?s somewhere out in California
Randy?s made it playing Triple A
Michael walks a beat in New York City
You got to hand it to the boys in blue
And, me I stood beside men of honor
Who fought to see America?s dream come true


Whoa, we are on our way
We?re on our way to Gloryland
Whoa, we are all just scattered stones by Heaven?s hand
Whoa, we are on our way, we?re on our way, we?re on our way

Oh, where life leads us we can?t always say
(we can?t always say)
But where we need to be it?s just a dream away
(just a dream away)

Whoa, we are on our way
We?re on our way to Gloryland
Whoa, we are all just scattered stones by Heaven?s hand
Whoa, we are on our way, we?re on our way to Gloryland
Whoa, we are on our way, we?re on our way, we?re on our way

We?re on our way