The Wasteland

Outside it’s a sunny day
No clouds could cover, no floods could wash away
This road could take you home
But you’re still afraid and not wanting to let go
You keep on thinking that you’ve found the track
On your way out of the wasteland
But each direction means no turning back
To the garden
Sitting down on the side of the road
With a thumb stuck out and a sign saying «good to go»
Been on the outs with friends
But you’ll soon be packed, your boots strapped on again
You keep on thinking that you’ve found the track
On your way out of the wasteland
But each direction means no turning back
To the garden