Letters From The Wasteland
The Wallflowers Lyrics

Now coming down out of this swan dive to your arms
Returning to your embrace from a perilous situation.

I make no sounds when I move through your reservoirs.
Navigating through your emotional depths without a sound.

But I wake up quick, and I wake up sick as you abandon me into these fields of rank and file.
Quickly becoming aware of your abandonment and feeling ill at ease in a conformist and regimented environment.

Through this cloud I hear you breathing.
Even in a hazy state of mind, I can sense your presence.

Through these bars I watch them bring more in.
Observing from a place of restriction as others are brought in.

Now I send back letters from the wasteland home.
Communicating from a desolate and abandoned place.

I slow dance to this romance on my own.
Moving in a rhythmic yet solitary way through this relationship.

It may be two to tango but, boy, it's one to let go.
Although it takes two to make a relationship work, sometimes only one is willing to walk away.

Now, boy, keep still don't spread yourself around.
Stay focused and don't get distracted.

Get back in line, eat your bread, and just work the plow.
Follow the rules, do your duty, and work hard to survive.

'cause you're not through they're not done with with you.
You still have a purpose, even if it's not clear yet.

Did you think you were the only one that's been let down?
Realizing that disappointment is a universal experience.

So sleep tight, little boys of the new damned.
Rest easy, for we are all in this together.

Another drop in the tidal wave of quicksand.
One more small piece in a larger pattern of struggle.

Now another bad idea gets through down the assembly line to you.
Receiving yet another flawed plan or suggestion.

You're every bridge I should have burned, every lesson I've unlearned.
A reminder of past mistakes and missed opportunities for growth.

in this smoke filled waiting room with incarcerated lovesick fools.
Trapped in a space with others who are also suffering from their own failed relationships.

I wait for you to cut me loose.
Longing for release from the emotional ties that bind me.

But till then I send back letters from the wasteland home.
Continuing to communicate from a bleak and barren place.

Last slow dance to this romance on my own.
Savoring the final moments of this relationship, even if they are solitary.

It may take two to tango but, boy, it's one to let go.
Acknowledging that sometimes letting go of a relationship is a solo act, regardless of how it began.

From the wasteland home I slow dance to this romance on my own.
Engaging in a slow dance, even if it's just with myself, while in a desolate place.