So fashion makes no sense to you
Shall we regard your wedding day?
And if time is an object
Should, for the time you've wasted pay?
And money is a problem
But then that's nothing new
And attitudes unnerving
But this is social stew

So help me out and
Raise a hand
Pray the next step
Falls on promised land

Followed you to somewhere
You told me was the place to be
Found out a short time later
It was for you but not for me
And distance seperates some but not the two of us
Though some days try to break us
Somehow our love stands

So stand with me
Though we are individually
Not the same, not the same
Let's run through the game
Help me out and
Raise a hand
Pray the next step
Falls on promised land