Here I am in my own Badlands
Here I wait and here I stand
Went searching for the distant past
Found three red rocks and a piece of glass
In my own Badlands
In my own Badlands
In my own Badlands
In my own Badlands
And the redstone, ironstone scoured land
Rock of ages in coloured bands
And I climbed to the top, to the top of the hill
If I hadn't come down I'd be climbing still
In my own Badlands
In my own Badlands
In my own Badlands
In my own Badlands
And the Red Deer River runs muddy and brown
Choked by the dust of the hills around
And the sun in the sky standing still
And the river's rolling and it always will
Through my own Badlands
Through my own Badlands
Through my own Badlands
Through my own Badlands
You can count the layers of the past and gone
You can smell the rain of the coming storm
Inside my head is just the same
It's cracked and dry and needing rain
In my own Badlands
In my own Badlands
In my own Badlands
In my own Badlands
And the Red Deer River runs muddy and brown
Choked by the dust of the hills around
And the sun in the sky standing still
And the river's rolling and it always will
Here I am in my own Badlands
Here I wait and here I stand
And I feel abandoned, quite alone
Dust and rock and skin and bone
In my own Badlands
In my own Badlands
In my own Badlands
In my own Badlands