Postcard

Honey, now that your shackles are gone And you are out there on your own Won't you let me know If things get hard Honey, now that your shackles's been lifted You're a sweet young thing and you're oh so gifted Will you let me know If things turn bad I wasn't looking for trouble, but trouble came I wasn't looking to change, I'll never be the same But that's not what you make it, baby Send me a postcard When you get to where you're going Send me a line To everything you've left behind Honey, now that I've found my way And I miss you more than I can say Won't you promise to Say a prayer for me Honey, now that the morning's come We're both still out on the run Won't you let me know If you feel free We were looking to mend it but we tore it apart And I went and broke my own goddamned heart See, that's not what you make it, baby Send me a postcard When you get to where you are going Send me a line To everything you've left behind Pick it for me, James I was just a kid when I fell for you I'm not much older now but even then I knew That the road was steep and full of stride I never knew what to say, could never get it right And I'm alone again at the end of the night But that's not what you make it, baby Send me a postcard When you get to where you are going Send me a line To everything you' ve left behind