Postcards — текст песни (Faithless)

New York, New York temperature`s droppin`
The band`s out shoppin` not stoppin` till ears pop
cops protect shops, lotsa yellow cabs and bell hops
An` it never stops
I`m waiting to do an interview, so much to tell you
Today i feel close enough to smell you
Additional date they were planning just fell through
Florida`s out, we fly September 22 to Heathrow
So there`s not really long to go
Tonight will be a brilliant show lettin` you know
I miss you more than four hits the floor at a party
Send my love to everybody

Honey I`m writing from DC, feelin` quasy
Stayin` healthy on the road isn`t easy
The T.M. Recommend Sanatogen
Not one of them could resist takin` the piss
I miss you like a lock on the door what`s more
I go to sleep with my Walkman `cos half the crew snore
Don;t mean to be a bore, everybody`s been great
But there`s fifteen of us on a bus state to state
So I stay up late with a tape or meditate
By bed is travellin` at 55 mph
When we make it to L.A. I`ll still be miles away
It`s not my best day I`m gonna get some rest
God Bless

We just stopped at a diner so I`m takin` time
To write a few lines. I`m fine, sun`s hinin`
Bus driver`s reclinin` on the grass aas the truck`s pass
Gleamin` with a flash of sunlight from the glass
On the windscreen. As for us there`s too much to relate
W`ve done five gigs but we`re only in our third state
America`s big! You`d love how they pile up your plate
Only place in the world even I could gain weight
Our next day is Wilmiginton, Delaware, open air
There`s a rumour Melle Mel`ll be there
Anyway, All the best, God bless I`m yawning
I really miss watchin` you get dressed in the morning