Postcards From the Mission

Lyrics

Postcards from the Mission

No one remembers how it began
What was the reason, what was the plan
Where are we going, how will this end
Where are we now, where have we been

In the beginning love was the word
Creatively spoken, willingly heard
Sings in our blood, recorded in stone
In this together and never alone

Fish out of water makes it her own
Never forgetting the sea was her home
Eggs in one basket, kids all in school
Embracing the night, keeping it cool

Hot-blooded hero standing in line
Keeping his head down, biding his time
Smart social climbers come down to the ground
Sinful and soulful, the best thing around, sending

Letters from the ledge, postcards from the mission
Images from the edge reveal your last position
Phone call from the fringes
Could be somebody listens
To your letters from the ledge
Postcards from the mission

Nobody’s victim, nobody’s fool
We choose our own way, write our own rules
Not quite immortal, not quite in charge
The language of love is looming quite large
In these . . .

Letters from the ledge, postcards from the mission
Images from the edge reveal your last position
Phone call from the fringes
Could be somebody listens
To these letters from the ledge
Postcards from the mission


A moon forever rising, a sun that never sets
The further in you go, the further out you get

The song is ours, it’s there for the singing
It’s been in the air since before the beginning
Waiting for someone to listen and hear
Sing it with soul and say it clear
Sending

Letters from the ledge, postcards from the mission
Images from the edge reveal your last position
Phone call from the fringes
Could it be somebody listened to your
Letters from the ledge, postcards from the mission
Letters from the ledge, postcards from the mission