Postcards

D G D A G Gmaj7 D G Postcards on the fridge from all the places you've been D Stories on the back of all the things that you've seen A I'm not really sure why I keep them all G D Paradise lost I guess everyone falls G A year to the day since you left this place D The first card came all the way from Calais A I spent hours in the library mapping the world G D It all seemed so big to this small town girl Bm A San Pedro, you were only there for a week G D Throwing pennies in fountains, seeing ghosts in your sleep Bm A The church in the courtyard stood so true and tall G D Till the earth started shaking and you watched it fall G Now the cards have been coming for so many years D It's like they meld into one with all my hopes and my fears A Will I ever leave this town that I hate G D Am I destined forever to relive my mistakes G I can't shake that card with the church on the hill D It all seemed so perfect all is grist for the mill A The words on the back broke my damn heart G D It wasn’t the first time you ever tore me apart Bm A San Pedro, you were only there for a week G D Stealing pennies from fountains, seeing ghosts in your sleep Bm A The church in the courtyard stood so true and tall G D Till the earth started shaking and you watched it fall A C#m G Bm D A C#m G Gmaj7 G Now I'm sitting here reading the last card that came D The ink is all smudged and the writing seems strained A "I'll always love you don’t ever give in" G D Postmarked and stamped San Quentin, Marin G D A G Gmaj7 D