Three A.M. Postcard

Lyrics

Three in the morning, the city's holding its breath
Pen on the windowsill, ink on my chest
Found a blank postcard in the drawer by my bed
Picture of a harbor, all the things I never said
Streetlight on the paper, yellow on the line
Writing out your address like it's a slow lullaby
Stamp in my pocket from a year ago
Some things stay sealed till the right hour shows

No one's awake to read it over my shoulder
Just the hum of the fridge and the night getting colder

So I write it at three A.M., postcard in my hand
Wish you were here, if you understand
Quiet little words on a quiet little card
Missing you softly, never missing you hard
Three A.M. postcard, send it down the line
Maybe by the morning you'll be mine

Mailbox on the corner waits with its mouth open wide
Cold metal handle, I walk it out in my stride
Slippers on the sidewalk, coat over my gown
Only the late bus rolling through the town
I tell you that the skyline looks the same
Except the one lit window that still knows your name
I sign it with a heart and a little line of rain
Hope that it finds you before I change my brain

No one's awake to read it over my shoulder
Just the hum of the street and the night getting colder

So I write it at three A.M., postcard in my hand
Wish you were here, if you understand
Quiet little words on a quiet little card
Missing you softly, never missing you hard
Three A.M. postcard, send it down the line
Maybe by the morning you'll be mine

Drop it in the slot, hear it fall
Whole lot of feeling in a paper so small
Now the waiting starts, but the waiting is sweet
Footsteps going home on the empty street

So I wrote it at three A.M., postcard on its way
Wish you were here, that's all I say
Quiet little words on a quiet little card
Missing you softly, never missing you hard
Three A.M. postcard, send it down the line
Maybe by the morning you'll be mine

Three A.M. postcard
Goodnight, goodnight