Why are you sending me postcards

When you don't love me no more?

I have no interest in postcards

What are you sending them for?



I have no interest in places

Places that you like to see

Beaches and cities and faces

Why do you mail them to me? 



Why are you sending me postcards?

What do you want me to see?

Or do you think all these postcards

Proves that you're happy and free?



Or do you think I collect them

Thousands of postcards from you?

Yes, you must think I collect them

But that is not what I do... 



I give them to Morgan, my dog, every night

He eats them and thinks that they taste quite alright

He looks at me afterwards, thinking so sweet:

Why is she sending me postcards to eat?



I don't know, little Morgan, I don't know, I reply

I don't know why she sends them, no I don't know why

Then I tell him that maybe already next day

He's going to have a little piece of Bombay