The Wasteland - ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead

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