Postcard

<br>(clarke / hicks / nash)<br><br>When sands close at hand<br><br>And the sea is touching me,<br><br>I feel much happier<br><br>Than Ive ever felt. and a long time goes by<br><br>And Im floating in the sky.<br><br>And I wish you could be,<br><br>Wish you could be here.<br><br><br><br>And if youre free, follow me<br><br>Throw a pebble in my sea.<br><br>The sun will wrap you up<br><br>In a pool of gold, and lights in the night<br><br>In the night reaching neon waves of sight.<br><br><br><br>But<br><br>I wish you could be,<br><br>Wish you could be,<br><br>Wish you could be here.<br><br><br><br>The sun, the sand, the sea are waiting<br><br>On the corner. take a trip out here.<br><br>Hustle, bustle, shove and fuss<br><br>Will greet you if you stay there.<br><br>Im without a care.<br><br><br><br>Fresh fruit and sea fish,<br><br>Are in abundance here.<br><br>But they dont allow<br><br>The natives at your door<br><br>Selling booze<br><br>Smuggled from another shore.<br><br><br><br>And<br><br>Chorus<br><br><br><br>Verse 3<br><br><br><br>Verse 4<br><br><br><br>Chorus<br><br><br><br>Postcard, postcard, postcard.