A postcard sunset playing through your jet
Black, long, midnight hair
A gingham blanket
Shade to flank it
A pot of Darjeeling
Good and hot
Some conversation
For clarification
Do you love me
Or do you not?
A postcard sunset playing through your jet
Black, long, midnight hair
The sun was dipping
Your tea was tipping
Clean-up cleans up
Into a kiss
My friend Cavendish
He said, "Make a wish."
I closed my eyes and
Wished for this
Mr. Postcard Man
Here's your picture
Send it to me down the line
For this magic evening
Oh, this magic evening
For this magic evening
To remind
She was half Turkish and
Half Irish and
All Jewish and
So was I
My heart was hearkening
Her eyes were darkening
Like the mountains
In the western sky
Instruments: Lon Rivers
Mixed by Will Timbers
Written by: Jeff Takacs