Postcard

When sand's close at hand

And the sea is touching me,

I feel much happier

Than I've ever felt. and a long time goes by

And I'm floating in the sky.

And I wish you could be,

Wish you could be here.

And if you're free, follow me

Throw a pebble in my sea.

The sun will wrap you up

In a pool of gold, and lights in the night

In the night reaching neon waves of sight.

But

I wish you could be,

Wish you could be,

Wish you could be here.

The sun, the sand, the sea are waiting

On the corner. Take a trip out here.

Hustle, bustle, shove and fuss

Will greet you if you stay there.

I'm without a care.

Fresh fruit and sea fish,

Are in abundance here.

But they don't allow

The natives at your door

Selling booze

Smuggled from another shore.

And

I wish you could be,

Wish you could be,

Wish you could be here.

The sun, the sand, the sea are waiting

On the corner. Take a trip out here.

Hustle, bustle, shove and fuss

Will greet you if you stay there.

I'm without a care.

Fresh fruit and sea fish,

Are in abundance here.

But they don't allow

The natives at your door

Selling booze

Smuggled from another shore.

Postcard, postcard, postcard.