## Metadata
**Caption:** arena rock, synthesizer riff, violin outro, epic, 1971, 115 bpm, male vocal
**BPM:** 133
**Duration:** 180.0s
**Key:** D major
**Time Signature:** 2

## Lyrics
[verse]
Out in the wasteland where the dust don't settle
Kids on the roadside stoking up the kettle
Nobody's got a map, nobody's got a plan
We're just a generation running best we can

[verse]
Television screaming in an empty room
Nobody's listening, everybody's tuned to gloom
But we don't need the numbers, we don't need the name
We just need a reason not to feel the same

[chorus]
Hold on, don't turn away
We're the young ones of the barren land
Sing it loud, sing it strong
We're the young ones of the barren land

[verse]
Fields of static rolling out beyond the fence
Nobody's got the answers, nobody makes sense
But we keep on singing, keep on marching through
It's all we've got left, it's all we're gonna do

[chorus]
Hold on, don't turn away
We're the young ones of the barren land
Sing it loud, sing it strong
We're the young ones of the barren land

[bridge]
Synthesizers rising like a siren in the dawn
Every voice united, every doubt withdrawn
We are the wasteland children, marching to the beat
Nothing's gonna stop us, nothing's gonna beat retreat

[chorus]
Hold on, don't turn away
We're the young ones of the barren land
Sing it loud, sing it strong
We're the young ones of the barren land