Far from the clamor and confusion we live in, there lies a refuge from the threatening tide,
A cool oasis in the heat of the desert,
A resurrection from this graveyard of pride,
And if you tell me that it's just imagination I won't believe it 'cause my heart tells me this is for real,
The revelry and the fascination,
When destiny draws near I'm standing on the last frontier.
This is the heartland
Amid the din and desolation I feel it, in spite of all the indecision and fear,
Hope for the hopeless and a rest for the weary, deep in the heartland where the vision is clear,
Now after all of the years of resignation of endless agonising over the things yet unknown,
The revelry and the fascination,
When destiny draws near I'm standing on the last frontier.
This is the heartland
This is the heartland
And if you tell me it's just imagination I won't believe it 'cause my heart tells me this is for real,
The revelry and the fascination,
When destiny draws near the future holds no fear,
The heartland is the last frontier.
