Postcard Blues — DaddyLove

Intro

Band warms up; my grin walks in (alright)
Snap the time, let the city swing me home

Verse 1

Got a postcard from the diner, coffee rings and all
Says the jukebox still takes quarters by the peeling wall
I smell rain on Main Street when the horns hit two
Taste that cherry pie I swore I outgrew
Chairs still scrape the same old tune, the talk comes cheap
Some doors crack open just enough to keep you asleep

Pre-Chorus

Every mile taught me new steps I can't unlearn
My shoes found bigger rooms; no road to return

Chorus

I miss the corner, not the cornering (mm-hmm)
I miss the porch light, not the porch that kept me small
I miss the Sunday ringing, not the finger on my ring
I miss the faces, not the rules pinned to the wall
I raise a glass to that dot on the track
I miss it, but I won't go back

Verse 2

Coach still calls me kid on the diamond in July
Green mailbox leans like granddad when the geese go by
Creek still hides the bottle caps we swore were gold
Record shop still humming every song we sold
Town clock stuck at almost; some folks are too
Loved you for the start, not the route I grew

Pre-Chorus

Big-band city taught me wrong notes can bloom
I learned to swing through doors, not just a room

Chorus

I miss the corner, not the cornering (yeah now)
I miss the porch light, not the porch that kept me small
I miss the Sunday ringing, not the hush that clipped my wings
I miss the faces, not the script upon the wall
I tip my hat to that dot on the track
I MISS IT, BUT I WON'T GO BACK

Bridge

There's a swing in my chest when I think of that street (shh)
But the beat I keep now fits both of my feet
Love's a suitcase lighter when you leave out the lack
I carry the song, not the cul-de-sac

Outro

Send me snow in a letter; I'll mail back the sun (alright)
Keep the booth by the window; I paid and I ran
When the horns fall quiet, I still toast your track
I miss you, hometown—I'm never goin' back