She sent a postcard from Pasadena
Saying, "Don't call, I'll call you"
Now the only thing that's left between us

Is 80 miles of Highway 2

She used to be my morning sunshine

She used to be my desert rose
Along came a tall, dark stranger
Then the next thing that I know


She sent a postcard from Pasadena
Saying, "Don't call, I'll call you"

Now the only thing that's left between us
Is 80 miles of Highway 2


People here in Victorville
Stop and ask me where she's gone
Even down at the local diner

Our favorite table is set for one

She sent a postcard from Pasadena

Saying, "Don't call, I'll call you"
Now the only thing that's left between us
Is 80 miles of Highway 2


It's right there staring at me
On my refrigerator door

I keep it there to remind me
I don't need her love no more


Yeah right, that's what I keep it for

She sent a postcard from Pasadena

Saying, "Don't call, I'll call you"
Now the only thing that's left between us
Is 80 miles of Highway 2


She sent a postcard from Pasadena
Saying, "Don't call, I'll call you"

Now the only thing that's left between us
Is 80 miles of Highway 2