Wasteland

Let me tell you a little story
About a hero walking down the road of a city street searching for glory
Through the echoes of his steps he sees
A silhouette against the city's glow,
Lost in a past that he used to know

He couldn’t open up that’s right
You know he’s always shifting
Like a wasteland
A land no fit for fighters that’s right
A field where dreams are nightmares
Like a wasteland
It’s a wasteland

He had the guts to be so rude and mean
That’s new to see
Still the gathering wakes his old self
As he cries from all the sins
But there’s no more tear to share
There’s no more tears to share

He couldn’t open up that’s right
You know he’s always shifting
Like a wasteland
A land no fit for fighters that’s right
A field where dreams are nightmares
Like a wasteland
You know that it’s a wasteland
You know that it’s a wasteland

Image flicker, through the stained glass
In every stranger he sees a reflection
He drags his past through the city grass
Hoping one day he reaches redemption

He couldn’t open up that’s right
You know he’s always shifting
Like a wasteland

There’s no more, no more tear to share
Like a wasteland
You know that it’s a wasteland
Like a wasteland
Like a wasteland