Hear the trucks on the highway, And the tickin of the clocks Theres 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 Ive fallin behind She said wont you come see me, When the sun goes down Itll be just like the old days, When I used to let you hang around Well I dont know, I might not speak the language any more Too long in the wasteland Too long in the wasteland Ive 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 Whats made him that way I hadnt intended, To bend the rules Whiskey dont make liars, It just makes fools So I didnt 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 You might also likeJet 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, Ive been Too long in the wasteland Too long in the wasteland I believe Ill have to stay Too long in the wasteland Too long in the wasteland Ill have to stay Theres a ghost of a moon in the afternoon Bullet holes in the mailbox Bullet holes in the mailbox
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