Postcards From Scotland

Morning came early you know we're sleeping in again

Last night ended right where this morning began

And you ask if we can be together apart from a drinking binge

Baby, two's a crowd even without the dehydration.

And the lights are on down Madison, the skirts are getting short

But we just laugh, and run right past cuz even if they ask

You don't have to show off to "get yours."

No, no, no, no, no.

If your body were a canvas the masterpiece I could create

If your body were a canvas I'd let my fingers smear the paint

Get under your skin like the tattoos that line your frame

Or cover all your walls with maps and allow you to show me the way to your heart.

We folded revolutions out of paper and took the time to see them fly

But I wonder if we'll ever tire of revealing truths in plain view to the blind

Only for them to blindly pass them by.

You fly the flag of rebellion each and everywhere you go

But you've spent the better part of two yours in your cold bed alone

Is there any rebel yell left in the rasp in your voice?

Or is this "just a beer and not a lifestyle choice." You tell me honey!

And our friends, they all keep fucking up

But we wouldn't give them up for the world

Cuz the records we keep playing wouldn't sound half as good

Without all of you screaming every word.

Well, are you screaming?

Because you know I'm screaming!

You don't need to send me postcards from Scotland

Even if I'm alone in my apartment

Just stay up late, alone with me watching documentaries

And usher me into a false state of enlightenment

Here's to booze and here's to conversation

Here's to booze and here's to conversation

Sit back, relax, the next stop's Pennsylvania Station.

Here's to booze and here's to conversation.