Postcards from the Quiet Side

Verse 1

A paper skyline

Spelled out in someone else's hand

The town you stayed in

Where I never made the stand

The coast you wander

The porch light on your street

A little life I lost to

The road I didn't keep

Pre-Chorus

Postage from a world that spins

Without my silhouette in it

Chorus

Postcards from the quiet side

Where the mornings hold their light

Someone's laughing in that room

And it sounds like me

A version still arriving

That I'll never get to be

Verse 2

You write about the weather

The garden and the gate

The slow and easy slamming

Of doors I left too late

The dinner table hollow

Where my voice forgot to stay

Wild and green and growing

On the path I turned away

Pre-Chorus

Every stamp a little door

To a home I won't come back for

Chorus

Postcards from the quiet side

Where the mornings hold their light

Someone's laughing in that room

And it sounds like me

A version still arriving

That I'll never get to be

Bridge

Folded corners soften

Every line I didn't send

Tell the girl in that reflection

She was always who I meant

Chorus

Postcards from the quiet side

Where the mornings hold their light

Someone's laughing in that room

And it sounds like me

A version still arriving

That I'll never get to be

Final

Hmm-hmm

The life I let go softly

Still sends for me