Postcard

Honey, now that your shackles are gone
 And you are out there on your own
 Won't you let me know
 If things get hard
 Honey, now that your shackles's been lifted
 You're a sweet young thing and you're oh so gifted
 Will you let me know
 If things turn bad
 I wasn't looking for trouble, but trouble came
 I wasn't looking to change, I'll never be the same
 But that's not what you make it, baby
 Send me a postcard
 When you get to where you're going
 Send me a line
 To everything you've left behind
 Honey, now that I've found my way
 And I miss you more than I can say
 Won't you promise to
 Say a prayer for me
 Honey, now that the morning's come
 We're both still out on the run
 Won't you let me know
 If you feel free
 We were looking to mend it but we tore it apart
 And I went and broke my own goddamned heart
 See, that's not what you make it, baby
 Send me a postcard
 When you get to where you are going
 Send me a line
 To everything you've left behind
 Pick it for me, James
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 I was just a kid when I fell for you
 I'm not much older now but even then I knew
 That the road was steep and full of stride
 I never knew what to say, could never get it right
 And I'm alone again at the end of the night
 But that's not what you make it, baby
 Send me a postcard
 When you get to where you are going
 Send me a line
 To everything you' ve left behind