Gord Bamford Postcard From Pasadena Lyrics

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