Wastelands are cruel and mean
Ragged old weeds and scrub oak trees
I'll pass along the little I know from the educated mind of a 13 year old
Do you like your cat fish blackened you serve it on a platter
If you like the truth I reckon you serve it on a platter
My heart was just for breaking I served it on a platter
The truth is for the taken
Serve it up
The soup is on its the kitchen sink
Beef and barley and Pinto beans
Left on over a month ago
That's when my baby walked out the door
Chorus
I been lonely for a month or more
Big old stretch of lonesome Road
Been a long time since I saw your face
Nobody home to take your place
Chorus
