Postcards

My love has gone
 His boots no longer by my door
 He left at dawn
 And as I slept I felt him go
 New York, New York temperature's droppin'
 The band's out shoppin' not stoppin' till ears pop
 Cops protect shops, lotsa yellow cabs and bell hops
 And it never stops
 I'm waiting to do an interview, so much to tell you
 Today i feel close enough to smell you
 Additional dates they were planning just fell through
 Florida's out, we fly September 22 to Heathrow
 So there's not really long to go
 Tonight will be a brilliant show lettin' you know I miss you
 More than four hits the floor at a party
 Send my love to everybody
 Send my love to everybody
 Send my love to everybody
 Honey I'm writing from DC, feelin' queasy
 Stayin' healthy on the road isn't easy
 The T.M. recommend Sanatogen
 One of them could resist takin' the
 I miss you like a lock on the door what's more
 I go to sleep with my Walkman 'cos half the crew snore
 Don't mean to be a bore, everybody's been great
 But there's fifteen of us in a bus state to state
 So I stay up late with a tape or meditate
 My bed is travellin' at 55 mph
 When we make it to L.A. I'll still be miles away
 It's not my best day I'm gonna get some rest
 God Bless
 My love has gone
 My love has gone
 We just stopped at a diner so I'm takin' time to write a few lines
 I'm fine, sun's shinin' bus driver's reclinin' by the grass as the truck's pass
 Gleamin' with a flash of sunlight from the glass on the windscreen
 As for us there's too much to relate
 We've done five gigs yet we're only in our third state
 America's big! You'd love how they pile up your plate
 Only place in the world even I can gain weight
 Our next date is Wilmington, Delaware, open air
 There's a rumour Melle Mel'll be there
 Anyway, All my love, God bless I'm yawning
 I really miss watchin' you get dressed in the morning
 My love has gone
 My love has gone
 My love has gone
 No earthly ships will ever bring him home again