Track 3 of the EP Postcards from the Spare Room · 2020
Every Card Was a Little Door
by Wren Hallett
“I kept every postcard I was ever sent, rubber-banded in a biscuit tin. Each one was a little door.”
xinyao · xinyao-tinged folk · letter-song · 3:41
Lyrics
I kept every postcard you sent from the road Rubber-banded together in a biscuit tin A donkey, a bridge, a green hill with no name Your messy handwriting saying, wish you could see So I packed up my bag, and I followed the stamps Bus to the harbour and train to the coast I stood where you stood, on the wall by the sea And the wind said your name like it knew Driving down the coast with the windows down Singing every word of the song we knew Thank you for the cards, thank you for the map Thank you for the long way back to you Singing every word of the song we knew I found the café with the yellow-checked cloth I ordered your tea and I sat in your chair The woman behind the counter smiled and said Oh, you're the one with the postcards, he told me Driving down the coast with the windows down Singing every word of the song we knew Thank you for the cards, thank you for the map Thank you for the long way back to you Singing every word of the song we knew Every card was a little door Every stamp a step on the road Now I'm standing at the other end And you're already waving hello Driving down the coast with the windows down Singing every word of the song we knew Thank you for the cards, thank you for the map Thank you for the long way back to you Singing every word of the song we knew Thank you for the cards Long way back to you