Fuzzy Fish

Livin’ in a Wasteland
by Tamir Buchshtav
based on "leaving on a jet plane" by John Denver

All my guns are packed,
With home-made rounds,
I fuel my car with hopes and Rum,
I know I’ll face marauders on the way,
But the food is dwindling,
And the water’s gone,
All the land around us,
Has been cooked to stone,
Already I’m so hungry I could die,

Chorus:
I salute you and load my gun,
Driving towards the setting sun,
Ready as I’ll ever be to go,
Cause I’m livin’ in a wasteland,
Don’t know when things will grow again,
Oh man, I have to go.

There’re memories about this town,
I’ll miss you when I’m not around,
I tell you now, some day I shall return,
Every place I go, I’ll think of you,
Every song I sing, I’ll sing for you,
I’ll come back bearing flowers for your grave

Chorus

Now the time has come to leave you
One more time,
I stand before you,
Then close my eyes,
I’ll be on my way
Sleep, my friend, beneath the earth,
I’ll think of you, in life and death,
About the times, we shared before this day.

Chorus

Yeah, I’m livin’ in a wasteland,
Don’t know when things will grow again,
Brother, I have to go.