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
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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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