Hear the trucks on the highway, And the tickin' of the clocks There's a ghost of a moon in the afternoon, Bullet holes in the mailbox Bullet holes in the mailbox, Keyholes in my mind Too long in the wasteland Too long in the wasteland I've fallin' behind
She said won't you come see me, When the sun goes down It'll be just like the old days, When I used to let you hang around Well I don't know, I might not speak the language any more Too long in the wasteland Too long in the wasteland I've closed some doors
People in the village, Watch the children play At the sight of a stranger, They call the kids away Just leave that man alone, I hear the mothers say Too long in the wasteland Too long in the wasteland What's made him that way
I hadn't intended, To bend the rules Whiskey don't make liars, It just makes fools So I didn't mean to say it, But I meant what I said Too long in the wasteland Too long in the wasteland Must have gone to my head
Jet trails in the sunset, a long way away cuttin' cross the horizon, At the edge of the day And it calls out to me, Come fly away, I've been Too long in the wasteland Too long in the wasteland I believe I'll have to stay
Too long in the wasteland Too long in the wasteland I'll have to stay
There's a ghost of a moon in the afternoon Bullet holes in the mailbox Bullet holes in the mailbox
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