Postcard Day

Chord in the beginning G* Instr beginning: E* B E* B E* B A E 2 times E* B E* B E* My eyes are white circles above cheekbones on fire: B A E pale hand gripping my pen. E* B E* B E* Rounding up to the zero, adding infinite fractions, B A E letting nine become ten. B A B Two pink doves strut the shingles C#m F# picking crumbs from the breakfast I saved F#m A for you dear. And I wish you were here B on this postcard day. E* B E* B E* B A E E*** E* B E* B E* Focus on the fine indeterminate line B A E where the sky meets the sea. E* B E* B E* Desperate midweek words, banal and absurd B A E freely flow out of me. B A B Well, I may be a hostage to summer C#m F# but I'm a hostage, not a slave. F#m A And I'm clear that I wish you were here B on this postcard day. E** G* E* B E* B E* B A E E*** E* B E* B E* B A E G F# Precious cargo of flotsam: mixed memories on an ocean tide G swim madly with spice from the orient F# on a mystery watery carpet ride. F G A But with the sun going down, the wind goes around; B blows them back out of mind. G* E* B E* B E* B A E E* B E* B E* B A E E* B E* B E* My eyes are white circles staring down past the point B A E E*** of my restless pen. E* B E* B E* While the ghosts of my youth all sworn to the truth B A E call my name again. B A B Two brown legs don't make a summer. C#m F# But two brown arms couldn't keep me away. F#m A Well, my dear, I wish you were here B on this postcard day. E* B G* G* E* B E* B E* B A E E*** E* B E* B E* B A E These two lines repeatedly...