Dirty July mornin' clothes flappin' on the line Flappin' on the line Clothes flappin' on the line Well the cops sent out the warnin' Phantom One has done his time One had done his time Phantom One has done his time But that don't mean nothin' to me Could care less if he rots in his cell Cause I've got a fuse of my own to burn While I stand in line to take my turn Waiting for the mail I was promised a letter At least a Japanese postcard A Japanese postcard Japanese postcard And after all of these days I can count all the ways Ain't seen nothin' like that so far Nothin' like that so far Nothin' like that so far I wonder if she's in trouble what kind of demons Are on her tail But there ain't nothin' 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 twenty dollar room Sweat poured from my brow As I lay there frozen I was wide awake and not a minute to soon
Well the buzzards fly up to the heavens Dog sound asleep on the porch Sound asleep on the porch Dog sound asleep on the porch And it's 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 feelin' a little bit seasick But I've 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