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