Postcards

Oh, darling, I miss you. An boy has it hard The thought of you leavin' Is breakin' my heart New York, New York, temperature's droppin' The band's out shoppin', not stoppin' 'til ears pop Cops protect shops, lots of yellow cabs and bellhops And it never stops I'm waitin' to do an interview, so much to tell you Today I feel close enough to smell you Additional dates they were plannin' just fell through Florida's out We fly September 22 to Heathrow, but there's not really long to go Tonight will be a brilliant show Lettin' you know I miss you More than four hits the floor at a party Send my love to everybody Oh, darling, I miss you An boy has it hard The thought of you leavin' Is breakin' my heart Honey, I'm writin' from d.c., feelin' queasy Stayin' healthy on the road isn't easy The tm. recommends an antigen One of them could resist taking a piss I miss you like a lock in the door What's more, I go to sleep with my walkman 'cause half the crew snored Don't mean to be a bore, everybody's been great, But there's fifteen of us in a bus state-to-state So I stay up late with a tape, or meditate My bed is travellin' at fifty-five m.p.h. When we make it to la, I'll still be miles away It's not my best day Oh, darling, I miss you God bless An boy has it hard. The thought of you leavin' Is breakin' my heart. If these walls can hold you, My house will be down. If these walls can hold you, My house will be down. Oh, darling, I miss you, My house will be down. Oh, darling, we urge you My house will be down. Oh, darling, I miss you