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 highway in the dark. I'm sending postcards from the wasteland. Postmarked from the state of my heart. In care of wherever you are