Wastelands of Yesterday

Down the longest trail to heartache
Squandered youth along the way
The Buzzards pick my joy-bones clean 
In a wasteland of yesterday—
In a wasteland of yesterday.

         I go to bed just out of habit
         I know good men can drown in dreams
         So I fight to stay awake all night
         In the rip tides of memories
         In the rip tides of memories.  

Down the steepest trail to heartache
I’m not predator, I’m prey,
I don’t dare face God or Satan
In wastelands of yesterday—
In wastelands of yesterday.

         With every step out on the edges 
         I remind myself to breathe
         But one breath can last forever
         When all your faith is make believe
         When all your faith is make believe.

Regrets and second guesses—
they’re for the weak-of-heart --
Don’t deliver me from yesterdays,
until death do us part.

Down the darkest trail to heartache
I don’t curse and I don’t pray
I kiss the myst'ry with a whisper
In wastelands of yesterday― 
In wastelands of yesterday.

I kiss the myst'ry with a whisper
In wastelands of yesterday.

Down the darkest trail to heartache