Postcards Songtext
von Cindy Morgan

Seventeen, she ran away to the city
Thought she would find herself there
Scared and afraid, she panhandled all day
To get enough for a one-way fare
And a taxi to the nearest Greyhound bus
Made a call, Mom said, "Please come home to us"

I′m searching, I'm traveling, my life′s been unwrapping
I still don't know where this will lead
Enjoying the weather, I'll get it together, so don′t worry
I′ll send you a postcard from my journey to me

Crawled through the desert and swam in the ocean
Tried meditation and a few magic potions
Marched at the White House against the attacks
Sent a call out to Buddha, but he never called back
And I'm thinking there must be something I have missed
What do you think of all this?


I′m searching, I'm traveling, my life′s been unwrapping
I still don't know where this will lead
Enjoying the weather, I′ll get it together, so don't worry
I'll send you a postcard from my journey to me

Oh, if you can′t find the answers from anyone else
You′ll just have to see for yourself

Under a blanket and up on a mountain
A sleeping bag prayer where she drank from the fountain
Thought about Sunday School, thought about Jesus
Love that's so simple, grace that′s so genius
And just like those ruby red slippers, you know
The answers were there in her soul

I'm searching, I′m traveling, but I'm not unwrapping
I still don′t know where this will lead
Enjoying the weather, it feels like forever
Since I've seen to see
This is the last of my postcards
I'll be back home by the next star
I love you all with all my heart
Sincerely, me