Postcard

If you're walking on a road that's empty, near an old street light still shining
I will pick you up and drive you till you feel at home somewhere

With our hearts too big to carry, and you know we'll never marry
We'd just end up with the bones from all the ones that we hurt

And soon you will be floating with the sweater from your mother
She got to you for Christmas

And she told you to stay grounded, but now you're floating elsewhere
Now you're moving up to the corner of the sky

On a road of constant dying, you thought of mystifying
The way you worked inside, until they took you apart

There's an ancient city waiting, where the wheel of time is bending
And if we stay real close, nobody can see us at all

Soon you will be soaring with the sweater from your mother
She got to you for Christmas

And she told you to stay grounded, but now you're floating elsewhere
Now you're moving up, you're just a red dot in the sky

So be sure to send me a postcard from the rim of outer space
And spread the dust of any astronauts that get in your way

Soon you will be floating with the sweater from your mother
She got to you for Christmas

And she told you to stay grounded, but now you're floating elsewhere
Now you're moving up to the corner of the sky