Postcard - Buffalo Tom

You have spoken

The photo’s fading

And nothing is going right

A shooter’s hand

To turn a cheek to

A cough in an empty room at night

Leaves are eyes

That look inside

A secret society

Here’s victory now if

That’s what you’re into

Just take it away from me

«May God strike me dead»

She shouted from her bed

I said «Look at your mouth

It’s bleeding now and so all pours out

Too easily you choose

My version of the truth

When all I ask of you

Is send me a postcard when you get there»

A monkey’s tooth

A lukewarm bath

A stray dog out in the driveway

Here’s Albany in a photo finish

Just wipe the dust away

«May God strike me dead»

She shouted from her bed

I said «Look at your mouth

It’s bleeding now and so all pours out

Too easily you choose

My version of the truth

When all I ask of you

Is send me a postcard when you get there»

Yeah, when you get down there

Send me a postcard

Yeah, when you get down there

Wherfore art thou

Johnny Carson?

Retired and never coming back

A backroom basement

A sixty watt bulb

There’s nothing that I lack

«May God strike me dead»

She shouted from her bed

I said «Look at your mouth

It’s bleeding now and so all pours out

Too easily you choose

My version of the truth

When all I ask of you

Is send me a postcard when you get there»

Yeah, when you get down there

Send me a postcard

Yeah, when you get down there

Send to me a postcard from anywhere

Send to me a postcard from anywhere

Send to me a postcard from anywhere