Postcard - Live from Tulsa

Well, I grew up in a small town

You were supposed to be my small-town girl

And we were gonna bust out

Trade this gravel for travelling the world

But you dropped me like a line and you left me lonely

Well, honey, come tomorrow morning, I'll be

Sippin' wine in California

Back ninin' in Arizona

Halfway across the map

And all the way over, this broke heart

I'll be going everywhere we dreamed of going

It's gotta sting a little, baby, don't it?

Don't forget, you're the one who said you and I could only go so far

I'll send you a postcard

I'll cover that West Coast

And I'll catch a breeze on them Florida beaches

Take a Louisiana jet boat

Then on down to them Georgia peaches

I'll be making memories 'til we're just a memory

Well, if you start to miss me, don't call 'cause I'll be

Sipping wine in California

Back ninin' in Arizona

Halfway across the map

And all the way over this broke heart

I'll be going everywhere we dreamed of going

It's gotta sting a little, baby, don't it?

Don't forget, you're the one who said you and I could only go so far

I'll send you a postcard

Runways and one ways

I'll be living out all of our "one days"

Runways and one-ways

I'm living out all of our "one days" these days

Sipping wine in California

Back ninin' in Arizona

Halfway across the map

And all the way over, this broke heart

I'll be going everywhere we dreamed of going

Gotta sting a little, baby, don't it?

Don't forget, you're the one who said you and I could only go so far

I'll send you a postcard

I'll send you a postcard, yeah, yeah