Postcard — Uncle Tupelo

lost sight of ground never been so down nothing here to stand on

it's a war-weary road another faceless tombstone nothing here to stand on

I turn to face the wind may never get out forever caught in a spin no better place to begin

can't find the phone, can't hear to listencan't take along what we're missing just as well to write this postcard from helland the bar clock says three a.m. fallout shelter sign above the door in other words, don't come here anymore

too many miles between I heard a dead man scream nothing here to stand on

each and every step reeling out more or less nothing here to stand on

I turn to face the wind may never get out forever caught in a spin no better place to begin

I turn to face the wind may never get out forever caught in a spin no better place to begin

tried to stay, tried to run there's never been enough reason to believe in anyone this trickle-down theoryhas left all these pockets emptyand the bar clock says three a.m. fallout shelter sign above the door in other words, don't come here anymore