Postcards

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