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Postcard From Me

 

Postcard From Me

(album: Whirlwind - 2019)


Wish I could write a postcard to my younger self
And tell you that I'm happy and that I'm doing well
That here I am in New York playing shows back to back
There's no getting used to that

If I could
I'd tell you about the heat when the spotlights on
I'd tell you how it sounds when they all applaud

But I can't write it all down, fit it all on a postcard
White space running right out, I'm not even halfway so far
I'd say you wouldn't believe the people you'll meet, the places you'll go in your wildest dreams
You'll have to wait and see
Cause I can't fit it on a postcard from me

Met a boy in LA, right now we're only friends
But he's what you've always wanted and you're gonna fall for him
He dresses like a cowboy, he might not be your type
But he's nothing like those other guys

If I could
I'd tell you how we kissed in a hotel room
And I'd tell you how it feels when he looks at you

But I can't write it all down, fit it all on a postcard
White space running right out, I'm not even halfway so far
I'd say you wouldn't believe the people you'll meet, the places you'll go in your wildest dreams
You'll have to wait and see
Cause I can't fit it on a postcard from me

I'm back here in my hometown, how long have I been gone
The boy who was too good for me is still out mowing the lawn
Walking round my old house that I couldn't wait to leave
Well now it means so much to me

I can't write it all down, fit it all on a postcard
White space running right out, I'm not even halfway so far
I'd say you wouldn't believe the people you'll meet, the places you'll go in your wildest dreams
You'll have to wait and see
Cause I can't fit it on a postcard from me
No I can't fit it on a postcard from me

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