Postcard

Came to nothing, and nothing’s all we had
But an AM radio, in a car that wouldn’t go
Sat and dreamed of all the places we would land
We were a hundred miles from nowhere, a paradise just built on sinking sand.

Spit and blood and fire and fury
Shoulda’ dreamed a life less ordinary

Skinny kid, you had us figured out
Those deadly sideways glances, wry contemplative pout
And what tectonic shift could change us into this?
Just a thin sad kinda’ living, a dull synthetic bliss we’re strung out on.

Spit and blood and fire and fury
Shoulda’ dreamed a life less ordinary

I tried to call, wrote you several times
Mostly went unanswered, maybe a postcard once or twice
A different town, different friends, different stars were in your eyes
Or maybe babe you only ever merely thought that I was kinda’ nice.

Spit and blood and fire and fury
Shoulda’ dreamed a life less ordinary
Would you come back, babe, it might just cure me
I wouldn’t lead a life so ordinary then.