Postcards for Mom and Her Friends

I've heard there's something That you didn't teach me So tell me, what is it I don't know? Why would you let me be a believer When the world holds no space for us? I've heard there's someone That knows all the answers To all of the questions I have So why don't we call him? I bet he's the one that writes Postcards for mom and her friends I need more And nobody fools me This can't be all I get And nobody fools me Nobody, no Nobody, no I've heard there's some place Where all the lost souls go I think I belong there too But don't say it's Heaven or Hell That doesn't quite help me now Help me now I need more And nobody fools me This can't be all I get And nobody fools me Nobody, no Nobody, no Ooh, and I'm afraid that it is too much I'm asking for Ooh and I'm afraid that it is too much I'm asking for Ooh, and I'm afraid that it is too much I'm asking for Ooh, and maybe you were right before and I am so, so foolish So foolish