Lyrics:

Dirty July morning, clothes flapping on the line
Flapping on the line, clothes flapping on the line
Well, the cops sent out the warning
Phantom One has done his time
One has done his time, Phantom One has done his time
But that don't mean, nothing to me
I care less if he rots in his cell
'Cause I got a fuse of my own to burn
While I stand in line to take my turn
Waiting for the mail
Well, I was promised a letter, at least, a Japanese post card
Japanese post card, Japanese post card
And after all of these days I can count all the ways
Ain't seen nothing like that so far
Nothing like that so far, nothing like that so far
And I wonder if she's in trouble
What kinda demons are on her trail?
But there ain't nothing I can do
To change the changes she's been through
While I've been waiting for the mail

Last night I dreamed about a motel near the border
A dim light and a 20 dollar room
Sweat poured from my brow as I laid there frozen
I was wide awake and not a minute too soon
Well, the buzzards fly up to the heavens
Dog's sound asleep on the porch
Sound asleep on the porch, dog's sound asleep on the porch
And it's a year to the day since the fields burned away
But I still carry this torch
I still carry this torch, I still carry this torch
And I'm feeling a little bit seasick
But I still got one hand on the rail
And one eye on the road
'Cause that's where my future will unfold
While I'm waiting for the mail