Track 11 of the album Last Light on 40 · 2020
Postcard from a Town I Can't Stay In
“A postcard of a bridge, a pen chained to the counter, and a town I loved but couldn't stay in. I think I sent it to myself.”
slow rock · hopeful rock · road song · 3:31
Lyrics
Bought a postcard at the pharmacy, a picture of the bridge Wrote it at the counter with a pen chained to the ridge Said the weather's fine, the coffee's weak, the people kind Said I'm moving on by morning, but you stay on my mind There's a motel with a buzzing sign, a neon cactus green The cleanest sheets I've slept on and the quietest I've seen But a man can't rest in a place that's not his own So I'll mail you what I'm feeling, since I can't pick up the phone Wish you were here, wish I was there Somewhere between is a road and a prayer I'm only passing through but I'm coming home Dear old friend, you're not alone Stamped and sealed with a little hope Following the line down the highway slope The mailbox on the corner leans just like a tired man I slide the card inside it, and I tell it where I am Four days it might take to find your door By then I'll be a hundred miles and some, maybe more Wish you were here, wish I was there Somewhere between is a road and a prayer I'm only passing through but I'm coming home Dear old friend, you're not alone Stamped and sealed with a little hope Following the line down the highway slope Read it slow, read it twice Put it on the fridge, it's cheap advice Say the road is long but the road is kind Say I'm coming back, say I'm on my way Wish you were here, wish I was there Somewhere between is a road and a prayer I'm only passing through but I'm coming home Dear old friend, you're not alone Stamped and sealed with a little hope Following the line down the highway slope Following the line down the highway slope Dear old friend, I'm coming home