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There's a postcard on my dresser drawer
From a place I've never been
Where the summer lasts forever
And the clocks forget to spin
My friend writes every Tuesday
Says the coffee tastes like home
But I wonder if she's talking
About the beans or being alone
Time keeps rolling like the waves
Against that distant shore
While I'm counting all my savings
For a life worth living for
Maybe paradise is waiting
In a town I've never seen
Or maybe it's just Tuesday
And I'm stuck between
She sends pictures of the sunset
Over cabins by the lake
Says the locals smile like children
And there's nothing here that's fake
But her letters come less often
And the postmark's getting old
Makes me wonder if she's found it
Or if stories can't be told
Time keeps rolling like the waves
Against that distant shore
While I'm counting all my savings
For a life worth living for
Maybe paradise is waiting
In a town I've never seen
Or maybe it's just Tuesday
And I'm stuck between
Years go by like photograph pages
Flipping faster than I'd like
And that postcard's getting yellow
From the morning kitchen light
Maybe she's still there dancing
To the rhythm of the rain
Or maybe she came home
And found that nothing stays the same
Time keeps rolling like the waves
Against that distant shore
While I'm counting all my savings
For a life worth living for
Maybe paradise is waiting
In a town I've never seen
Or maybe it's just Tuesday
And I'm learning what that means
There's a postcard on my dresser drawer
Getting faded with the years
But it still reminds me daily
That somewhere love perseveres