MacCormack-Manzanera The message reads "Well, hi there pal How have you been? Its such a long, long time" Signed "with love" A blue ink kiss Is there above "I hope you're feeling fine" Postcard scenes Of sun and sand and smart hotels Where palm trees grow Stretch out and warm this tired old town Across a thousand miles Her love brings smiles You read her words once more Before you let the lights go down Panoramic views and side street scenes Fancy clubs, the current tourist themes For twenty cents, no more, the mail man brings Postcard love Friends come and go so quickly You wish she'd stayed Singing songs for love is oh so very fine You played your hand and laid it on the line You bared your heart She trumped it every time Panoramic views and side street scenes Fancy clubs and slick, black limousines Not knowing what he does, the mail man brings Postcard love And her message reads "Well, hi there pal How have you been? Its such a long, long time" And though its signed "with love" You know it's just a friendly touch I bet she hopes your feeling fine For postcard love Is all you'll ever get from her It's not her fault she hurt you bad And it will never mend 'Cos the "love" she sent and signed Was never meant to find The heart of one, and yes you know She thought was just a friend