I sent a postcard from southern France
Where i played in a pub but nobody danced
A guy in the back swore at me in French
Wreckless Eric almost hit him with a wooden bench
We sang songs so loud that we barely knew
I sang one that i’d made especially for you
A girl with an accent gave me the eye
In her smile there hid the promise of a different life
I sent you a postcard from Germany
Where my son ate apples in an orchard happily
The breezy haired one with the childish grin
Carried him on his shoulders easy as the wind
And i sent a postcard from Amsterdam
Found the meaning of life in an open hand
I called collect from a hotel bar
I cried love is the reason, love is all we are
I sent a postcard from Mexico
Where i laid on a beach with a tortured soul
I'd married a girl with no love for me
She left me there adrift on the cruelest sea
I sent these postcards address unknown
Hoped they’d find an answer or a loving home
How could i know that they would all come to you?
You’re the person all along that i was writing to
You’re the person all along who i was writing to
All these postcards i sent, i sent for you