Some days I think it's all a dream   The things I've done, the places that I've been   This life of mine seemed surreal at times   Wasted days and nights in someone else's mind      Could it be I'm not for real?   I've slapped my face to check out how I feel   There's hostages to prove it's true   Who lives behind the mask was never proved      Come on Robert Johnson    Though we're worlds apart   You and I know what it's like   With the devil in our heart   You sold your soul at the crossroads   Kept a little of mine on hand   I'm wading out this muddy water   Been stranded in the Wasteland      Rattling chains all around my bed   Ghosts can laugh but they're already dead   I'm not dying and I'm far from gone   The blues man spent his candle but his pain lives on