Beautiful Wasteland

It rarely makes the news today, the place where I was born They called it a wasteland, a wilderness gone wrong Where the twisted trees have fallen, the branches stripped and bare In the silence of the night time, innocence is here. I embraced my father's warnings, and studied in your schools to justify your theories and convuluted rules Travelled to the corner's, where everybody knows My country's been wearing, the emperor's clothes Beautiful Wasteland, is me Beautiful Wasteland, is me If only you'll see, you'll believe. I'll take you there, to the bracken slopes, where the summer's rolling in. I'll take you there. We're lying by the ocean, our western breeze is still She's the heart of all seasons, a mother to my soul When the century is over, and the shipping days are done Like a child for the first time I will lie here again.