Postcards (Rewritten Mix)

Oh, darlin', I miss you
And, boy, is it hard
The thought of you leavin'
Is breakin' my heart

New York, New York
Temperature's droppin'
The band's out shoppin', not stoppin' till ears pop
Cops protect shops, lots of yellow cabs and bellhops
And it never stops
I'm waitin' to do an interview, so much to tell you
Today I feel close enough to smell you
Additional dates they were plannin' just fell through
Florida's out
We fly September 22 to Heathrow
But 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

Oh, darlin', I miss you
And, boy, is it hard
The thought of you leavin'
Is breakin' my heart

Honey, I'm writin' from D.C., feelin' queasy
Stayin' healthy on the road isn't easy
The TM recommends an antigen
One of them could resist takin' a piss
I miss you like a lock in the door
What's more, I go to sleep with my Walkman
'Cause half the crew snored
Don't mean to be a bore, everybody's been great
But there's fifteen of us in a bus state-to-state
So I stay up late with a tape, or meditate
Out bed is travellin' at fifty-five m.p.h
When we make it to LA, I'll still be miles away
It's not my best day

Oh, darling, I miss you
And boy is it hard
The thought of you leavin'
Is breakin' my heart

If these walls can't hold you
My house will be dark
If these walls can't hold you
My house will be dark

Oh, darling, I miss you
My house will be dark
Oh, darling, without you
My house will be dark

Oh, darling, I miss you