Postcard

I'm going where I can breathe,

Where the air is clean,

And the sand it hugs these over-traveled feet.

Where the fire meets the water,

And the sun glows so serene,

As the white waves break softly,

Before they turn and leave.

Let's paint the perfect picture,

Draw ourselves inside,

Draw ourselves inside.

Like a postcard, a postcard of memories,

That remind me how it feels -

To be weightless and so free.

Like a postcard, of unforgotten dreams,

The simple words and scenes are

All I want for you and me.

I'm going where I can breathe,

Where I can see,

To live off the land and

Grow old gracefully.

Where the mountains greet the ocean,

And the birds sing peacefully,

As the pine trees sway gently

And dance amongst the breeze.

Let's paint the perfect picture,

Draw ourselves inside,

And let our hearts reside.

Where the fire meets the water,

As the white waves break softly.

That's all I want for you and me.