I am a man without a witness
No one to hold me to my test
Along these streets I travel lightly
No one to answer, none to ask
I've found no comfort in this city
Just a place for me to hide
When all the hiders and the seekers
They all lay coldly on their sides
So I will travel in the morning
To where my journey first begun
Back to the land that bore my father
Badlands just can't be my home
Well, here they serve a puppet king
And he bows to his own throne
And if ever there was one
That kept this place alive
Well, it's gone, it's gone
My thoughts have never left you, darling
The morning sun on your sweet face
And how the darkness held my promise
To come back home to you one day
So I will travel in the morning
To where my journey'd first begun
Back to the land that bore my father
Badlands just can't be my
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