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Postcards From Rome
words by Lisa Derosia, music by Lisa Derosia and Greg Schultz

I’ll send the kid out for cigarettes when he gets home
Right now I’m telling you my dreams on a postcard from Rome

I like to hear you whisper my name
And darling things are never gonna be the same again

I had tears in my eyes the first time you walked through that door
And the cars on the freeway never put me to sleep before

I like to hear you whisper my name
But darling things will never be the same again

I was running away before you were born
Woke up on a ledge in a cool western morning

And I like to hear you whisper my name
And darling things are never gonna be the same again

Maybe we could take a walk
To the other side of the park
Sit down and talk in the cover of the darkness
You know that goodbye is just a kiss away
And you can cry all you like but the tears won’t make it right

These are things that we’ve know since the day we were born