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