sometimes i feel like the walking dead
i watch the dust fall on my guitar
i feel the rust in my hands
and i love what i do (don't get me wrong)
but can i climb up to the top of the hill?
and if this life is just a test
i wonder if i'll pass, i wonder what comes next
and who will wait at the end of the rainbow
to pat me on the back and say
"you did good"
somewhere far away in time i hear you call my name
blue eyes cut like diamonds through the pleasure and the pain
but do you, do you, do you, do you, do you, do you, do you, do you love me?
i want to believe you, but i've been lied to
who will wait at the end of the rainbow
to pat me on the back and say
if this life is just a test
i wonder if i'll pass, i wonder what comes next
i want to believe you, i want to believe you
if this life is just a test
i wonder if i'll pass, i wonder what comes next