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

Heres something to hold on to till I come home again

Here the days dont 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

Im sending Postcards from the Wasteland

Following my headlights dont the highway in the dark

Im 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

Im gonna build you that castle

Im gonna write you that song

I gotta find the words to say

Until Ive got you in my arms

Im sending you Postcards from the Wasteland

Following my headlights down the highway in the dark

Im sending Postcards from the Wasteland

Postmarked from the state of my heart

In care of wherever you are

Tonight Ill meet you in my dreams

See you soon.

Love, me