Postcard from nowhere
By Mark Monument and Paul deMarco © 2021

There's too many stones in my pocket
There's sand in my socks and my shoes
Too many miles in the soles of these boots
To be making my way back to you

I Heard you paint pictures by the river in paris
And you smoke fancy french cigarettes
And you’re free as the wind that blows wild down the Seine
And you don’t waste your time on regrets

But i’ll send you postcards from nowhere
In bottles I’ll cast out to sea
On the waves and the weather
It’ll make its way there
Maybe it’ll remind you of me

There’s too many bridges lay broken
The holy bells in the tower don’t ring
The skylarks glide on a soft summer breeze
And mock me with the songs that they sing

I know I once said my freedom was golden
And I told you i had a wanderers heart
Now I’ve been round the world i’ve seen all the sights
But I left part of me at the start

So I’ll send you postcards from nowhere
in bottles I’ll cast out to sea
On the waves and the weather
It’ll make its way there
Maybe it’ll remind you of me