Got your postcard from Istanbul
The crooked lines run on and on and on
Got your picture in my car
It's like a map that only gets me lost

You know it never hurt to make sense
For us to feel this
You and I were never saints or angels
I still have faith in you

Take a drive in Oregon rain
It's 1 a.m. and you are in my blood
Across an ocean made of distance
The morning comes and you'll be waking up

You know it never hurt to make sense
For us to feel this
You and I were never saints or angels
I still have faith in you

I lay the phone down
And play this song for you
Five thousand miles away
You're listening

You know it never hurt to make sense
For us to feel this
You and I were never saints or angels
I still have faith in you


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