Stephen Schwartz & William Solo
Stephen Schwartz & William Solo & Stephanie Mills
Stephen Schwartz & Adrian Zmed & Stephanie Mills & William Solo
Stephen Schwartz & Adrian Zmed & Stephanie Mills
Stephen Schwartz & William Solo
Stephen Schwartz & Adrian Zmed & William Solo & Stephanie Mills
Stephen Schwartz & Stephanie Mills
Stephen Schwartz
Stephen Schwartz & William Solo
Stephen Schwartz & Adrian Zmed & William Solo & Stephanie Mills
Stephen Schwartz & William Solo & Stephanie Mills & Adrian Zmed
Stephen Schwartz & Adrian Zmed & Stephanie Mills & William Solo
Stephen Schwartz
Stephen Schwartz & Stephanie Mills
Stephen Schwartz & Hunter Foster & Darius de Haas
Stephen Schwartz & Hunter Foster & Adrian Zmed & Stephanie Mills
Stephen Schwartz & Hunter Foster & Darius de Haas & Adrian Zmed & Stephanie Mills
Stephen Schwartz & Stephanie Mills
Stephen Schwartz & William Solo
Stephen Schwartz & Stephanie Mills
Stephen Schwartz
Stephen Schwartz & William Solo & Adrian Zmed
Stephen Schwartz & Kelli Rabke & Adrian Zmed & Darius de Haas
Stephen Schwartz
Stephen Schwartz & Kelli Rabke
Stephen Schwartz & Kelli Rabke & Darius de Haas
Stephen Schwartz & William Solo
Stephen Schwartz & Adrian Zmed
Stephen Schwartz & Kelli Rabke
Stephen Schwartz & Stephanie Mills & Adrian Zmed
Stephen Schwartz & William Solo & Adrian Zmed
Stephen Schwartz
Stephen Schwartz
Stephen Schwartz & Stephanie Mills
Stephen Schwartz & William Solo
Stephen Schwartz & Adrian Zmed & William Solo & Kelli Rabke & Stephanie Mills
[STORYTELLERS]
And the man walked through the acrid ash of heaven
To the smoldering tree destroyed by Father's wrath
And he carved from it a staff
To lean on in the aftermath
And the man and woman went out from the garden
And when they turned to look, the pathway back was gone
So they turned and set their eyes
To the land that lies beyond
Red rock and outcrop stone
And the sun glares off a bleaching bone
There's no comfort or softness here
There's only the wasteland
The land of the hunter, the stalker, and the skinner
Where you're either the diner or the dinner
And the line between man and beast keeps getting thinner
In the wasteland
In the wasteland, the land laid waste
Fruit of knowledge has a bitter taste
But the bliss of ignorance can never be replaced
It's lost in the wilderness
And there came a day, in a chilly rain
A child was born in sweat and pain
But they loved him still and they called him Cain
Of the wasteland
In the wasteland, the land forlorn
Two more years and one more morning
There's another cry heard and another boy born
To be lost in the wilderness
Heat-baked and dust storm-driven
And one false step stays unforgiven
And all that you know is you weren't made to live in
The wasteland
The Wasteland was written by Stephen Schwartz.