Postcards From The Wasteland Lyrics

Postcards From The Wasteland

Tonight the moon is pretty as a brand new rose
And the nosey stars seem to
know
Where everybody goes
As poets reach for words
With broken motel
pens
Here’s something to hold on to till I come home again
Here the
days don’t have names they got numbers
And the nights just seems to dance
into each other
Sacred lovers are like fire flies each one has a
spark
Trying to fill the whole where once there was a heart
I’m sending
Postcards from the Wasteland
Following my headlights don’t the highway in
the dark
I’m sending Postcards from the Wasteland
Postmarked from the
state of my heart
In care of wherever you are
Now before the summer sun
gets chased away
And all of our tomorrows turn into yesterdays
I’m
gonna build you that castle
I’m gonna write you that song
I gotta find
the words to say
Until I’ve got you in my arms
I’m sending you
Postcards from the Wasteland
Following my headlights down the highway in the
dark
I’m sending Postcards from the Wasteland
Postmarked from the state
of my heart
In care of wherever you are
Tonight I’ll meet you in my
dreams
See you soon.
Love, me