The weather here is perfect I’ll lay it out frame by frame I’ll write a plea for you to visit On a 4×6 cardstock with your name
I know you can’t see it But the grass out here is greener I’ll remember this picture
Oh how I wish you were here The air is cool at the wrong time of year Did you see, on the bottom, the red and white lines? The postman’s calling you to my skyline
My return address, it would really be complete If you were right here with me So I’ll peel the stamp and write persuasively: I don’t really live here But I swear it feels like homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
