The Wasteland

Some days I think it's all a dream
The things I've done, the places that I've been
This life of mine seems surreal at time
Wasted days and nights in someone else's mind...

Could it be I'm not for real
I slap my face to check out how I feel
It's hostages to prove it's true
Who lives behind a mask was never proved...

Come on Robert Johnson, though we're worlds apart
You and I know what it's like with a devil in our heart
You sold your soul at the crossroads
Kept a little of mine on hand
I'm wadin' out this muddy water
Been stranted in the Wasteland...

Rattlin' chains all around my bed
Ghosts can laugh but they're already dead...
I'm not dyin' and I'm far from gone
The bluesman spent his candle, but his pain lives on...!