Postcards

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

An' it never stops

I'm waiting to do an interview, so much to tell you

Today i feel close enough to smell you

Additional date 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

Honey I'm writing from DC, feelin' quasy

Stayin' healthy on the road isn't easy

The T.M. Recommend Sanatogen

Not one of them could resist takin' the piss

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 on a bus state to state

So I stay up late with a tape or meditate

By 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

We just stopped at a diner so I'm takin' time

To write a few lines. I'm fine, sun's hinin'

Bus driver's reclinin' on the grass aas 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

W've done five gigs but 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 could gain weight

Our next day is Wilmiginton, Delaware, open air

There's a rumour Melle Mel'll be there

Anyway, All the best, God bless I'm yawning

I really miss watchin' you get dressed in the morning