Springtime in DC

Fighting the crowds, suits like shrouds
 Wandering down 14th
 I got my name on a cubical
 While you're writing ours on the beach
 The Potomac flows to the Atlantic
 So my thoughts float to your reach
 Sometimes, I swear, this salty air
 Is all I need to breathe
 I wish I had my feet in high tide
 And that I was there with you
 The snow don't feel like sand on my toes
 And there's far too much to do
 Please send me a postcard
 Dabbed with your perfume
 Tonight at 9:00, we'll look at the sky
 And share the same bright moon
 It's your smile and relaxed style
 That makes the Capital lowercase
 It's your small-town home, and how you're grown
 That puts that color in your face
 It's easy to wish, and hard to resist
 Like the lighthouse from the Cape
 With folks all around, faces to the ground
 This lonesome finds its place
 I wish I had my feet in high tide
 And that I was there with you
 The snow don't feel like sand on my toes
 And there's far too much to do
 Please send me a postcard
 Dabbed with your perfume
 Tonight at 9:00, we'll look at the sky
 And share the same bright moon
 Cherry blossoms, I'd toss 'em all in the reflection pool
 Museums, I've seen 'em, they can't hold a candle to you
 I'm writing this letter because I was better off down there
 Got a one-way ticket on the song of a cricket and it's carrying me through the air
 I wish I had my feet in high tide
 And that I was there with you
 The snow don't feel like sand on my toes
 And there's far too much to do
 Please send me a postcard
 Dabbed with your perfume
 Tonight at 9:00, we'll look at the sky
 And share the same bright moon
 So, please send me a postcard dabbed with your perfume