Postcard Lyrics - Still Feel Gone - 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 

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 listen 

Can'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 theory has left all these pockets empty 

And the bar clock says three a.m. 

Fallout shelter sign above the door 

In other words, don't come here anymore