Postcards you gave me I keep in my bottom drawer
Came back from places I haven’t even heard before
I watched you go, no smile returned
Just a postcard from a discount store of an old country old
Postcards you gave me I’ve read over a thousand times
Those smiling faces you have after every line
A gesture received, a message incomplete
Just send me a letter to make me feel better no more of these cheap apple trees
It’s been a long while it’s your writing I miss the most
I woke up so early and fumble through all my post
No sign of you losing most of me
Just send me that old buffalo because now it’s just bills for the TV
