Badlands

CAPO: 3 Intro: Here I am in my own Badlands Here I wait and here I stand Went searching for the distant past Found three red rocks and a piece of glass In my own Badlands In my own Badlands In my own Badlands In my own Badlands And the redstone, ironstone scoured land Rock of ages in coloured bands And I climbed to the top, to the top of the hill If I hadn't come down I'd be climbing still In my own Badlands In my own Badlands In my own Badlands In my own Badlands And the Red Deer River runs muddy and brown Choked by the dust of the hills around And the sun in the sky standing still And the river's rolling and it always will Through my own Badlands Through my own Badlands Through my own Badlands Through my own Badlands You can count the layers of the past and gone You can smell the rain of the coming storm Inside my head is just the same It's cracked and dry and needing rain In my own Badlands In my own Badlands In my own Badlands In my own Badlands Instrumental: