Postcard

You have spoken
 The photo's fading
 And nothing is going right
 A shooter's hand
 To turn a cheek to
 A cough in an empty room at night
 Leaves are eyes
 That look inside
 A secret society
 Here's victory now if
 That's what you're into
 Just take it away from me
 "May God strike me dead"
 she shouted from her bed
 I said "Look at your mouth
 It's bleeding now and so all pours out
 Too easily you choose
 My version of the truth
 When all I ask of you
 Is send me a postcard when you get there"
 A monkey's tooth
 A lukewarm bath
 A stray dog out in the driveway
 Here's Albany in a photo finish
 Just wipe the dust away
 "May God strike me dead"
 she shouted from her bed
 I said "Look at your mouth
 It's bleeding now and so all pours out
 Too easily you choose
 My version of the truth
 When all I ask of you
 Is send me a postcard when you get there"
 Yeah, when you get down there
 Send me a postcard
 Yeah, when you get down there
 Wherfore art thou
 Johnny Carson?
 Retired and never coming back
 A backroom basement
 A sixty watt bulb
 There's nothing that I lack
 "May God strike me dead"
 she shouted from her bed
 I said "Look at your mouth
 It's bleeding now and so all pours out
 Too easily you choose
 My version of the truth
 When all I ask of you
 Is send me a postcard when you get there"
 Yeah, when you get down there
 Send me a postcard
 Yeah, when you get down there
 Send to me a postcard from anywhere
 Send to me a postcard from anywhere
 Send to me a postcard from anywhere