Dirt Poor Robins - Wasteland lyrics

He could never stand up 'Til he had to run
Finger on the trigger of an empty gun

Look at the mess he's gotten into
No way to dig out, no way to pull through
Look at his world, it swirls and spins
He's whirled around on every new wind

Out of the wasteland, into the burning hands
Of another land undiscovered
Out of the prison, into the lion's den
Oh, he goes into the unknown

Well, she was on an upswing
In the spring of life
Dancing on a tight rope
'Til he brought the knife

Look at the mess she's gotten into
No way to foresee, no way to undo
Look at the mess he's gotten her in
Her grave was dug before love began

Out of the wasteland, into the burning hands
Of another land undiscovered
Out of the prison, into the lion's den
Oh, he goes into the unknown

Round and round, there's no escape
Upon this tilt-a-whirl
At last he makes a leap of faith
For a nameless girl

You'll never feel the rumble on the carousel
Laughing drowns the thunder
On your way to hell

Out of the wasteland, into the burning hands
Of another land undiscovered
Out of the prison, into the lion's den
Oh, he goes into the unknown
Into the unknown into the unknown