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
Michaels Daddy was our county Sheriff
He couldnt 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
Were on our way to Gloryland
Whoa, we are all just scattered stones by Heavens hand
Whoa, we are on our way, were on our way, were on our way, yeah

I read the words we wrote in our old yearbook
Man, its funny how our lives have changed
Kellys somewhere out in California
Randys 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 Americas dream come true

Whoa, we are on our way
Were on our way to Gloryland
Whoa, we are all just scattered stones by Heavens hand
Whoa, we are on our way, were on our way, were on our way

Oh, where life leads us we cant always say
(we cant always say)
But where we need to be its just a dream away
(just a dream away)

Whoa, we are on our way
Were on our way to Gloryland
Whoa, we are all just scattered stones by Heavens hand
Whoa, we are on our way, were on our way to Gloryland
Whoa, we are on our way, were on our way, were on our way

Were on our way