Glorybound by Mastedon
Waitin' at the street light
Ready to cross the white line
Yeah I push my foot down to the floor
It just may be the last time
Dodgin' bullets, like a target, on a firing line
And I can't slow down ‘till I touch the ground
When this place that I call home, becomes a faraway land
Yeah, then the Savior comes to take me, take me by the hand
And my feet touch down on solid ground
I've got this feelin' in my heart
That's when I'm ready to depart
Chorus
Glory bound, and I won't touch down ‘till I'm on the ground
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