Lyric 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 seemed surreal at times
Wasted days and nights in someone else s mind

Could it be I m not for real?
I ve slapped my face to check out how I feel
There s hostages to prove it s true
Who lives behind the mask was never proved

Come on Robert Johnson
Though we re worlds apart
You and I know what it s like
With the devil in our heart
You sold your soul at the crossroads
Kept a little of mine on hand
I m wading out this muddy water
Been stranded in the Wasteland

Rattling chains all around my bed
Ghosts can laugh but they re already dead
I m not dying and I m far from gone
The blues man spent his candle but his pain lives on