Postcard From Pasadena – Gord BamfordBy She sent a postcard from PasadenaSaying, “Don’t call, I’ll call you”Now the only thing that’s left between usIs 80 miles of Highway 2She used to be my morning sunshineShe used to be my desert roseAlong came a tall, dark strangerThen the next thing that I know…She sent a postcard from PasadenaSaying, “Don’t call, I’ll call you”Now the only thing that’s left between usIs 80 miles of Highway 2People here in VictorvilleStop and ask me where she’s goneEven down at the local dinerOur favorite table is set for oneShe sent a postcard from PasadenaSaying, “Don’t call, I’ll call you”Now the only thing that’s left between usIs 80 miles of Highway 2It’s right there staring at meOn my refrigerator doorI keep it there to remind meI don’t need her love no moreYeah right, that’s what I keep it forShe sent a postcard from PasadenaSaying, “Don’t call, I’ll call you”Now the only thing that’s left between usIs 80 miles of Highway 2She sent a postcard from PasadenaSaying, “Don’t call, I’ll call you”Now the only thing that’s left between us www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20