Too Long In The Wasteland — текст песни (Kasey Chambers)

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