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