Postcards

Oh, Darling, I miss you.

An boy has it hard

The thought of you leavin'

is breakin' my heart

New York, New York, temperature's droppin'

The band's out shoppin', not stoppin' 'til ears pop

Cops protect shops, lots of yellow cabs and bellhops

And it never stops

I'm waitin' to do an interview, so much to tell you

Today I feel close enough to smell you

Additional dates they were plannin' just fell through

Florida's out

We fly September 22 to Heathrow, but there's not really long to go

Tonight will be a brilliant show

Lettin' you know I miss you

More than four hits the floor at a party

Send my love to everybody

Oh, Darling, I miss you

An boy has it hard

The thought of you leavin'

is breakin' my heart

Honey, I'm writin' from D.C., feelin' queasy

Stayin' healthy on the road isn't easy

The TM. recommends an antigen

One of them could resist taking a piss

I miss you like a lock in the door

What's more, I go to sleep with my Walkman 'cause half the crew snored

Don't mean to be a bore, everybody's been great,

But there's fifteen of us in a bus state-to-state

So I stay up late with a tape, or meditate

My bed is travellin' at fifty-five m.p.h.

When we make it to LA, I'll still be miles away

It's not my best day

Oh, Darling, I miss you

God bless

An boy has it hard.

The thought of you leavin'

is breakin' my heart.

If these walls can hold you,

my house will be down.

If these walls can hold you,

my house will be down.

Oh, Darling, I miss you,

my house will be down.

Oh, Darling, we urge you

my house will be down.

Oh, Darling, I miss you...