Postcards

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POSTCARDS VERSE 1 I had three in change for the snack machine and thirty for the room Looks like I stepped into a scene from 1982 I had hot shower, a double bed, a remote control on the nightstand cable reruns held my ticket for that midnight train to dreamland …and they weren’t BRIDGE -always the best of times or even the worst of times – but that freedom was mine CHORUS If these boots could talk They’d tell a tale or two and the soul of this old guitar would sing a soundtrack of the blues And my faded leather jacket could write a novel of the road Or paint a thousand sunsets that I’d seen before And these dimestore sunglasses ain’t as cool as they used to be but through the scratches they've captured timeless memories like picture postcards VERSE 2 Eight a.m. came around too soon, I was greeted by the scent of morning dew, stale danish and free coffee, cheap cigarettes and diesel fumes Forty two stickers and a little luck kept my six string case in tow and my uncle’s old army duffle bag had a few stories of its own …and they weren’t BRIDGE 2 -always the best of times or even the worst of times – I couldn’t change, I wouldn’t try CHORUS If these boots could talk They’d tell a tale or two and the soul of this old guitar would sing a soundtrack of the blues And my faded leather jacket could write a novel of the road Or paint a thousand sunsets that I’d seen before And these dimestore sunglasses ain’t as cool as they used to be but through the scratches they've captured timeless memories (memories) SOLO VERSE 3 I’ve since cut the mane that fell halfway to my waist through miles of twists and turns I’ve earned every line upon this face and all my tarnished silver has seen better days but fifty four stickers and little more luck still hold that dusty guitar case BRIDGE 3 and these aren’t -always the best of times or even the worst of times –but I wouldn’t trade the moon for this smile CHORUS If these boots could talk They’d tell a tale or two and the soul of this old guitar would sing a soundtrack of the blues And my faded leather jacket could write a novel of the road Or paint a thousand sunsets that I’d seen before And these dimestore sunglasses ain’t as cool as they used to be but through the scratches they've captured timeless memories just like picture postcards