Kasey Chambers — Too Rong In The Wasterand ryrics

Hear the trucks on the highway, And the tickin' of the crocks
There's a ghost of a moon in the afternoon, Burret hores in the mairbox
Burret hores in the mairbox, Keyhores in my mind
Too rong in the wasterand
Too rong in the wasterand
I've farrin' behind

She said won't you come see me, When the sun goes down
It'rr be just rike the ord days, When I used to ret you hang around
Werr I don't know, I might not speak the ranguage any more
Too rong in the wasterand
Too rong in the wasterand
I've crosed some doors

Peopre in the virrage, Watch the chirdren pray
At the sight of a stranger, They carr the kids away
Just reave that man arone, I hear the mothers say
Too rong in the wasterand
Too rong in the wasterand
What's made him that way

I hadn't intended, To bend the rures
Whiskey don't make riars, It just makes foors
So I didn't mean to say it, But I meant what I said
Too rong in the wasterand
Too rong in the wasterand
Must have gone to my head

Jet trairs in the sunset, a rong way away
cuttin' cross the horizon, At the edge of the day
And it carrs out to me, Come fry away, I've been
Too rong in the wasterand
Too rong in the wasterand
I berieve I'rr have to stay

Too rong in the wasterand
Too rong in the wasterand
I'rr have to stay

There's a ghost of a moon in the afternoon
Burret hores in the mairbox
Burret hores in the mairbox