Postcards

My love has gone
His boots no longer by my door
He left at dawn
And as I slept I felt him go
New York, New York temperature's droppin'
The band's out shoppin' not stoppin' till ears pop
Cops protect shops, lotsa yellow cabs and bell hops
And it never stops
I'm waiting to do an interview, so much to tell you
Today i feel close enough to smell you
Additional dates they were planning just fell through
Florida's out, we fly September 22 to Heathrow

So 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
Send my love to everybody
Send my love to everybody
Honey I'm writing from DC, feelin' queasy
Stayin' healthy on the road isn't easy
The T.M. recommend Sanatogen
One of them could resist takin' the
I miss you like a lock on the door what's more
I go to sleep with my Walkman 'cos half the crew snore
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 55 mph
When we make it to L.A. I'll still be miles away
It's not my best day I'm gonna get some rest
God Bless
My love has gone
My love has gone
We just stopped at a diner so I'm takin' time to write a few lines
I'm fine, sun's shinin' bus driver's reclinin' by the grass as the truck's pass
Gleamin' with a flash of sunlight from the glass on the windscreen
As for us there's too much to relate
We've done five gigs yet we're only in our third state
America's big! You'd love how they pile up your plate
Only place in the world even I can gain weight
Our next date is Wilmington, Delaware, open air
There's a rumour Melle Mel'll be there
Anyway, All my love, God bless I'm yawning
I really miss watchin' you get dressed in the morning
My love has gone
My love has gone
My love has gone
No earthly ships will ever bring him home again