Some days I think it's all a dream

The things I've done, the places that I've been

This life of mine seemed surreal at times

Wasted days and nights in someone else's mind



Could it be I'm not for real?

I've slapped my face to check out how I feel

There's hostages to prove it's true

Who lives behind the mask was never proved



Come on Robert Johnson

Though we're worlds apart

You and I know what it's like

With the devil in our heart

You sold your soul at the crossroads

Kept a little of mine on hand

I'm wading out this muddy water

Been stranded in the Wasteland



Rattling chains all around my bed

Ghosts can laugh but they're already dead

I'm not dying and I'm far from gone

The blues man spent his candle but his pain lives on