Postcards

Oh, the places we've never been

Southampton to Switzerland

I guess we'll just go by your word

That the nighttime feels wide open

Like it's all about to happen

And the sellers in the markets

You didn't notice until you did

Yeah, we got your postcard

We taped it to the fridge

Oh, the places we'll never go

Poughkeepsie and the Panhandle Coast

Though, I'd like to put a foot in the ocean

But the cigs are at the Speedway

And the bottle's up at Zipp's

And her eyes got kind of yellow

She didn't notice till I did

The doctor said it's up to her

To change the way she lives

The change it spends the same way as the paper

And the faces at the bus stop, they get swept away like sawdust

The places we won't go will still be there without us

You barely even notice, and it never much gets mentioned

In a postcard from a place we've never been

I worked in the kitchens then

I was sort of a metalhead

Here's a picture where I still had the hair

It was tragic, but so gradual

It started really casual

Turns out that we like the same stuff

Watching home and garden shows

With Smirnoff 7-Up

I'm the guy that empties all the ashtrays

Now, we meet at the mailboxes

She's expecting some packages

But all she got today was a postcard

From a friend from a different time

The view from the London Eye

I hope you're making good choices

And the faces at the bus stop, they get swept away in stardust

The places we won't go won't go away without us

She scared you, yeah, she scared me

She don't always make it easy

But nothing here is easy

It's expensive in this city

So, the next time if you don't mind, tuck in a couple twenties

We appreciate the love you send, but we could use the money

Got your address from the upper left-hand corner of your letter

Wanted you to know we're doing better