Postcard

Honey, now that your shackles are gone

And you're out there on your own

Won't you let me know

If things get hard

Honey, now your shackle's been lifted

You're a sweet young thing and you're oh so gifted

Will you let me know

If things turn bad

I wasn't looking for trouble but trouble came

I wasn't looking to change, I'll never be the same

But that's not what you make it, baby

Send me a postcard

When you get to where you're going

Send me a line

To everything you've left behind

Honey, now that I've found my way

And I miss you more than I can say

Won't you promise to

Say a prayer for me

Honey, now that the morning's come

We're both still out on the run

Won't you let me know

If you feel free

We were looking to mend it but we tore it apart

And I went and broke my own goddamned heart

See, that's not what you make it, baby

Send me a postcard

When you get to where you're going

Send me a line

To everything you've left behind

Pick it for me, James

I was just a kid when I fell for you

I'm not much older now but even then I knew

That the road was steep and full of stride

I never knew what to say, could never get it right

And I'm alone again at the end of night

But that's not what you make it, baby

Send me a postcard

When you get to where you're going

Send me a line

To everything you've left behind