Bon Jovi - Postcards From The Wasteland
Tonight the moon is pretty as a brand new rose
And the nosey stars seem to know
Where everybody goes
As poets reach for words
With broken motel pens
Here's something to hold on to till I come home again
Here the days don't have names they got numbers
And the nights just seems to dance into each other
Sacred lovers are like fire flies each one has a spark
Trying to fill the whole where once there was a heart
I'm sending Postcards from the Wasteland
Following my headlights don't 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 into yesterdays
I'm gonna buil