Postcard

Well I’ve been sittin' here, thinkin' about you
'Bout what it is that you, you want from me
You know it seems that I still don’t know you well
Know many faces I have seen
Still I try, to make you happy
Still I try, to make you sing
Now if you’re wonderin', what I think of it all
Just read the back of this postcard
Well the air here, breathing’s great
Well, we’re having ourselves a good time
Oh this town is nuts, my kind of place
I don’t want to leave
I don’t ever, I don’t ever want to leave
Oh never, never
I don’t ever want to leave
Oh, no
I see you in a
Thousand costumes
Strike many a silent pose
I heard you tell a thousand stories
Everyone in a different voice
Still I try, to make you happy
Still I try, to make you sing
Now if you’re wonderin', what I think of it all
Just read the back of this postcard
The air here, breathing’s great
Lord, we’ve cooked ourselves
Now were cookin' up an ass kickin' time
Didn’t we?
This town is nuts, my kind of place