Is there a promised land Or am I on the journey going to nowhere? Are the streets paved with gold Or am I slipping on the mold That slowly grows there? Every man has his conscience Sanity left along the way Carried in this vessel Setting forth together now Out towards the monsters of the deep Set your sights on rocky shores You just might run aground on the reef Journey's in the destination, mention fear You're falling on deaf ears Every man has his conscience Sanity left along the way Carried in this vessel Setting forth together now Out towards the monsters of the deep Left along the way Carried in this vessel Setting forth together now Out towards the monsters of the deep Monsters of the deep, oh