I let the postcards pile up with no intent
Of sending them off to your doorstep.
I count the dollars wasted on the paper places.
But all the stately shapes remind me where I've been.

With no more window panes stealing heat from me,
Because I'm on my way.
And I'll never have to see the cold on your Goddamned face again,
Because I'm going to California.

Here it's hard to get a drink.
I'll shut my mouth.
The silence is most comforting.
I guess it's good to not ever feel the same here,
But I guess you'll never know.
The backlit scenery's been painted on the walls.

With no more window panes stealing heat from me,
Because I'm on my way.
And I'll never have to see the cold on your Goddamned face again,
Because I'm going to California.

Dear me, it's then
And I'm this, I've done what.
I had fun, played dumb,
But what's changed?
I'm curious what's new.
I cant believe - how dare you!
I know I'll hear from you soon.
With all you've been keeping from me,
Now I'm keeping this from you.

No more window panes stealing heat from me,
Because I'm on my way.
And I'll never have to see the cold on your Goddamned face again,
Because I'm going to California.


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Greetings From Nowhere song meanings
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