Tonight the moon's as pretty as a brand new rose

And nosey stars, they seem to know where everybody goes

As poets reach for words with broken motel pens

Here's something to hold on to 'til I come home again



Out here the days they don't have names they've got numbers

And the nights just seem to fade into each other

Jilted lovers are like fireflies, each one with a spark

Trying to fill the hole where once there was a heart



I'm sending 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

Postcards from the wasteland



Now before the summer sun gets chased away

And all of our tomorrows turn to yesterdays

I'm going to build you that castle

I'm going to write you that song

I've got to find the words to say

Until I hold you in my arms



I'm sending postcard 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

Postcards from the wasteland



Tonight I'll meet you in my dreams

See you soon

Love,

Me



I'm sending postcards from the wasteland

Following my headlights down the highway in the dark

I'm sending postcards from the wasteland

I'm sending postcards from the wasteland



I'm sending 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



I'm sending postcards from the wasteland

Following my headlights down this hi