The Wasteland – …And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead
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Outside it’s a sunny day No clouds could cover, no floods could wash away This road could take you home But you’re still afraid and not wanting to let go
You keep on thinking that you’ve found the track On your way out of the wasteland But each direction means no turning back To the garden
Sitting down on the side of the road With a thumb stuck out and a sign saying “good to go” Been on the outs with friends But you’ll soon be packed, your boots strapped on again
You keep on thinking that you’ve found the track On your way out of the wasteland But each direction means no turning back To the garden