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