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
HereÂ’s something to hold on to till I come home again
Here the days donÂ’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
IÂ’m sending Postcards from the Wasteland
Following my headlights donÂ’t the highway in the dark
IÂ’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
IÂ’m gonna build you that castle
IÂ’m gonna write you that song
I gotta find the words to say
Until IÂ’ve got you in my arms
IÂ’m sending you Postcards from the Wasteland
Following my headlights down the highway in the dark
IÂ’m sending Postcards from the Wasteland
Postmarked from the state of my heart
In care of wherever you are
Tonight IÂ’ll meet you in my dreams
See you soon.
Love, me