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THE POSTCARD.

She comes home at 2 AM
her mind is somewhere else
her clothes are in my closet
but her hearts' not in our house 
My ring is on her finger
but only when shes home
theres a stranger on the other end
when I pick up the phone.

CHORUS:
Her memory is haunting me 
I wonder where she went
her love is like a postcard
that never got sent.


She wakes while I am sleeping
and tiptoes out the door
I remember when I loved her
but not the reason for,
I wish she'd just admit it
now I see all the signs
familiar kinds of strangers
we've become in time.

CHORUS:
Her memory is haunting me 
I wonder where she went
her love is like a postcard
that never got sent.


People ask why just go on
theres nothing left for me
the only thing we have in common
is a front door key
a band of gold, a laugh or two
a memory from the past
a million dreams, a kiss or three
perhaps enough to last.

CHORUS:
Her memory is haunting me 
I wonder where she went
her love is like a postcard
that never got sent,
Her memory is haunting me 
I wonder where she went
her love is like a postcard
that never got sent.