Lyric Too Long In The Wasteland

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