Walking Wasteland Lyrics

Sometimes the day breaks quick
Sometimes the night lasts long
I drink the water pure
But it just feels wrong
So my life passes me by
Winter's well on its way
I feel a certain disdain as my broken heart betrays

Now I feel like a walking wasteland
What have I done?
What will I do?
I feel like a walking wasteland
I certainly know what uncertainties grow in the truth

So would you hold my hand?
Would you watch my back?
Would you break me down but keep my soul intact?
Am I on the path?
A slave to my design
Within a course construct of a hopeless mind

Would you bring me back a prodigal in chains?
Would you break down my bonds 'til only you remain?

And I feel like a walking wasteland
What have I done?
What would I do?
I feel like a walking wasteland
I certainly know that your hand shows the truth