Mieke Appel

Rick Ferrell

I knew she was mad when she left

But I didn't think she'd go this far

She didn't even pack a bag

She just drove off in her car

I've been sittin' here waiting

Thinking she's gonna come back

But what the mailman left this morning

Kills any chance of that

Postcard from paradise

Palm trees & clear blue skies

Says she's having a real good time

I can read between her suntan lines

This must be her way of paying me back

For all those good times we never had

Says I wouldn't like it, it's way too nice

In her postcard from paradise

I've been staring at this card all night

And it's driving me up the wall

I'm up here in the cold

While she's down there having a ball

It's crazy how your heart reacts

When you're drowning in a sea of blue

I'm adding up how many tanks of gas it'll take

To drive to Cancun

Just the thought is killing me

Of her running around in that little two piece

Showing off her best side

To all those strange guys