Postcard - Peter Kaukonen
I got a golden glimpse of other air
The raimbow bridge from here to there
I got the rays from a sunny day
Captured in your hair
Captured in your hair
I got the grey of wintertime
I watched the waves to pass the time
I really oughta I really oughta drop you a line
To tell you what I care
Tell you what I care
(And I have the memories of your hair
Like spiderwebs in sunlight
And silver in the air)
I wish you were here he'd have a wonderful time
I ougtha drop you a postcard I oughta send you a line
Those pictures of past years anc those places in time
In time in time he'd really have such a wonderful time
Time really seems to fly
It's time time it's time to say goodbye
(Well I really oughta write you
But I never seem to get round on it
Why I sit down at my desk
And I lapse into a dream the way things used to be)
Babe why don't you come on home
Why I really oughta drop you a postcard
The phrases repeating hung in the air
Tentacular sound suspended
Peroxide icicles hang in her hair
You know she walked off
And left me with all my world opened
She left me in my home
Babe won't you please come on home