Letters from the Waste Land

by Jakob Dylan
(edited by Steven Mitchell)

Now coming down from out of this swan dive to your arms
I make no sounds when I move through your reservoir
But I wake up quick
And I wake up sick
As you abandon me into these fields of rank and file

Through this crowd I hear you breathing
And through these bars I watch them bring more in

Now I send back letters from the waste land home
Where I slow dance to this romance on my own
It may take two to tango, but boy, it's one to let go
It's just one to let go

Now boy, keep still, don't spread yourself around
Get back in line, eat your bread, and just work the plow
'Cause you're not through
They're not done with you
Did you think you were the only one that's been let down?

So sleep tight, little boys of the new damned
Another drop in the tidal wave of quicksand

Now I send back letters from the waste land home
Where I slow dance to this romance on my own
It may take two to tango, but boy, it's one to let go

Now another bad idea gets through
Down the assembly line to you
You're every bridge I should have burned
Every lesson I've unlearned
In this smoke-filled waiting room
With incarcerated lovesick fools
I will wait for you to cut me loose
Till then I...

Send back letters from the waste land home
Where I slow dance to this romance on my own
Now I send back letters from the waste land home
From where I slow dance to this romance on my own