Postcard
Honey, now that your shackles are gone
And you are out there on your own
Won't you let me know
If things get hard
Honey, now that your shackles's been lifted
You're a sweet young thing and you're oh so gifted
Will you let me know
If things turn bad
I wasn't looking for trouble, but trouble came
I wasn't looking to change, I'll never be the same
But that's not what you make it, baby
Send me a postcard
When you get to where you're going
Send me a line
To everything you've left behind
Honey, now that I've found my way
And I miss you more than I can say
Won't you promise to
Say a prayer for me
Honey, now that the morning's come
We're both still out on the run
Won't you let me know
If you feel free
We were looking to mend it but we tore it apart
And I went and broke my own goddamned heart
See, that's not what you make it, baby
Send me a postcard
When you get to where you are going
Send me a line
To everything you've left behind
Pick it for me, James
I was just a kid when I fell for you
I'm not much older now but even then I knew
That the road was steep and full of stride
I never knew what to say, could never get it right
And I'm alone again at the end of the night
But that's not what you make it, baby
Send me a postcard
When you get to where you are going
Send me a line
To everything you' ve left behind
And you are out there on your own
Won't you let me know
If things get hard
Honey, now that your shackles's been lifted
You're a sweet young thing and you're oh so gifted
Will you let me know
If things turn bad
I wasn't looking for trouble, but trouble came
I wasn't looking to change, I'll never be the same
But that's not what you make it, baby
Send me a postcard
When you get to where you're going
Send me a line
To everything you've left behind
Honey, now that I've found my way
And I miss you more than I can say
Won't you promise to
Say a prayer for me
Honey, now that the morning's come
We're both still out on the run
Won't you let me know
If you feel free
We were looking to mend it but we tore it apart
And I went and broke my own goddamned heart
See, that's not what you make it, baby
Send me a postcard
When you get to where you are going
Send me a line
To everything you've left behind
Pick it for me, James
I was just a kid when I fell for you
I'm not much older now but even then I knew
That the road was steep and full of stride
I never knew what to say, could never get it right
And I'm alone again at the end of the night
But that's not what you make it, baby
Send me a postcard
When you get to where you are going
Send me a line
To everything you' ve left behind
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Writer(s): Jon Brion
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