Postcard From Pasadena Songtext
von Gord Bamford

She sent a postcard from Pasadena
Saying, "Don′t call, I'll call you"
Now the only thing that′s left between us
Is 80 miles of Highway 2

She used to be my morning sunshine
She used to be my desert rose
Along came a tall, dark stranger
Then the next thing that I know

She sent a postcard from Pasadena
Saying, "Don't call, I'll call you"
Now the only thing that′s left between us
Is 80 miles of Highway 2

People here in Victorville
Stop and ask me where she′s gone
Even down at the local diner
Our favorite table is set for one


She sent a postcard from Pasadena
Saying, "Don't call, I′ll call you"
Now the only thing that's left between us
Is 80 miles of Highway 2

It′s right there staring at me
On my refrigerator door
I keep it there to remind me
I don't need her love no more

Yeah right, that′s what I keep it for

She sent a postcard from Pasadena
Saying, "Don't call, I'll call you"
Now the only thing that′s left between us
Is 80 miles of Highway 2

She sent a postcard from Pasadena
Saying, "Don′t call, I'll call you"
Now the only thing that′s left between us
Is 80 miles of Highway 2