The Wasteland
Some days I think its all a dream
The things Ive done, the places that Ive been
This life of mine seemed surreal at times
Wasted days and nights in someone elses mind
Could it be Im not for real?
Ive slapped my face to check out how I feel
Theres hostages to prove its true
Who lives behind the mask was never proved
Come on Robert Johnson
Though were worlds apart
You and I know what its like
With the devil in our heart
You sold your soul at the crossroads
Kept a little of mine on hand
Im wading out this muddy water
Been stranded in the Wasteland
Rattling chains all around my bed
Ghosts can laugh but theyre already dead
Im not dying and Im far from gone
The blues man spent his candle but his pain lives on
