Bedtime Badlands - Weary Wanderers

Crickets chirping somewhere far
They don't know what sorrows are
Oh so drawn to the midnight light
And the rain won't stop
And the clouds won't drop tonight
In solitude, slip through the cracks
Far away from the pack

So alone, so far from home
No crawling back
Be sure the dogs don't fetch my bones
Rooms of smoke where no-one spoke
All smug and snide
Weary wanderers on the tide

Now among the whispers of the falling trees
A locksmith and his keys
Exposing the mass to the elements of demise
The willow only cries

So alone, so far from home
No crawling back
Be sure the dogs don't fetch my bones
Rooms of smoke where no-one spoke
All smug and snide
Weary wanderers on the tide

I wonder where his days are gone
And when his heart is bled and drawn
But I'm alone, I'm hardly home
Drooping eyes and creaking bones

Written by:
Broderick McRae

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