Postcards

This guy could save the world with two hands behind his back
And still emerge with ten times the courage that others lack
I'm sick of wallowing here in my own self pity
Feet in the countryside, head in the city
Tall buildings, bright lights, fast cars
But more importantly, more importantly, that's where you are
I'll send you postcards from my head
Thinking 'bout you while my cheeks go red

You're not a ghost but you feel like one right now
But you can haunt me if you like

I need some help to complete this task
Want you here beside me, is that too much to ask?
I'm haunted here, I'm haunted here without you dear
I'll tell you this as I whisper in your ear and say
"There's always another day"

Someone once said, that a story once told
That these streets, these streets are paved with gold
But unless you're standing on them or sitting on your throne
They mean nothing to me, nothing to me, nothing but stone
Maybe you'll never know just how I feel
Maybe you'll never know, maybe that's the appeal
But walls look weird without you sitting on top
Never meant to start and now I can't stop

You're not a ghost but you feel like one right now
But you can haunt me if you like

I need some help to complete this task
Want you here beside me, is that too much to ask?
I'm haunted here, I'm haunted here without you dear
I'll tell you this as I whisper in your ear and say
"There's always another day"

If you always go slow then you'll probably never fall
But if you never go fast than you'll never feel tall
If you always go slow than you'll never get hurt
But if you never go fast you'll never feel on top of the world
If you always go slow then you'll probably never fall
But if you never go fast than you'll never feel tall
If you always go slow than you'll never get hurt
But if you never go fast you'll never feel on top of the, top of the world

You're not a ghost
But you can haunt me if you like

I need some help to complete this task
Want you here beside me, is that too much to ask?
I'm haunted here, I'm haunted here without you dear
I'll tell you this as I whisper in your ear and say
"There's always another day"

It sounds like a love song but it's not
'Cause in the end, the girl gets caught
And will they be together in the end?
Well, I wish I could tell you that, my friend