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 convoluted rules

Traveled to the corners, 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.