Postcards To Paradise

"Like the title track of Closing Time, the lyrics for this song were jotted down the night before a recording session and improvised during the course of three takes: also, like "Closing Time", I was suffering from a murderous cold.

Truth be told, if I could go back I wouldn't have put this one on the album. I suppose you can guess what this song is about, and it honestly doesn't fully reflect my thoughts on the subject. It's a bit premature and rushed, and perhaps too personal or sentimental for a first album. Maybe second or third..."

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I hope you can get a message

Wherever you are today

That I'm still here and I'm holding on

And I'm still doing okay

But the road is long and so hard to travel

And I've many miles to go

But I'm writing ahead where you'll be waiting there

Sending postcards to Paradise: wish I was there

I can't keep regrets for things that I didn't do

Or things that I meant to say

'Cause like I told you before, if we ran out of time

Now you know everything that I felt anyway

But the road is long and it's so hard to travel

And I've many miles to go

But there is one thing that I still need to say

Sending postcards from Paradise: wish I was there

What is a child without his mother?

How am I supposed to keep moving on?

Everyone says that life goes by too fast

But mine just seems to drag on to long

When will I see you again?

Will you be waiting and what will you say?

Once we've conquered death, our tears dry away

Eternity waits for the one will who just walk away...

They'll never convince me that there is no soul

Not after I watched yours depart

And there is still one last thing that we both know

You'll always be with me, here in my heart...

Kyle Trimper: Lead Vocals, Piano, Keyboards, Electric Guitar

Postcards To Paradise

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