Postcard from pasadena

She sent a postcard from pasadena
Saying, "don't call, i'll call you"
Now the only thing that's left between us
Is 80 miles of highway 2

She used to be my morning sunshine
She used to be my desert rose
Along came a tall, dark stranger
Then the next thing that i know…

She sent a postcard from pasadena
Saying, "don't call, i'll call you"
Now the only thing that's left between us
Is 80 miles of highway 2

People here in victorville
Stop and ask me where she's gone
Even down at the local diner
Our favorite table is set for one

She sent a postcard from pasadena
Saying, "don't call, i'll call you"
Now the only thing that's left between us
Is 80 miles of highway 2

It's right there staring at me
On my refridgerator door
I keep it there to remind me
I don't need her love no more

Yeah right, that's what i keep it for

She sent a postcard from pasadena
Saying, "don't call, i'll call you"
Now the only thing that's left between us
Is 80 miles of highway 2

She sent a postcard from pasadena
Saying, "don't call, i'll call you"
Now the only thing that's left between us
Is 80 miles of highway 2