Standard (EADGBE)

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

 Wiskey dont make liers, 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