Tonight the moon is pretty as a brand new roseAnd the nosey stars seem to knowWhere everybody goesAs poets reach for wordsWith broken motel pensHere?s something to hold on to till I come home againHere the days don?t have names they got numbersAnd the nights just seems to dance into each otherSacred lovers are like fire flies each one has a sparkTrying to fill the whole where once there was a heartI?m sending Postcards from the WastelandFollowing my headlights don?t the highway in the darkI?m sending Postcards from the WastelandPostmarked from the state of my heartIn care of wherever you areNow before the summer sun gets chased awayAnd all of our tomorrows turn into yesterdaysI?m gonna build you that castleI?m gonna write you that songI gotta find the words to sayUntil I?ve got you in my armsI?m sending you Postcards from the WastelandFollowing my headlights down the highway in the darkI?m sending Postcards from the WastelandPostmarked from the state of my heartIn care of wherever you areTonight I?ll meet you in my dreamsSee you soon.Love, me