Postcard

When sand's close at hand and the sea is touching me I feel much happier than I've ever felt And a long time goes by and I'm floating in the sky And I wish you could be, wish you could be, wish you could be here And if you're free, follow me throw a pebble in my sea The sun will wrap you up in a pool of golden lights In the night reaching me in waves of sight And I wish you could be, wish you could be, wish you could be here The sun, the sand, the sea are waiting on the corner Take a trip out here Hustle, bustle, shove and fuss will greet you if you stay in there I'm without a care Fresh fruit and sea fish, are in abundance here But they don't allow the natives at your door Selling booze smuggled from another shore And I wish you could be, wish you could be, wish you could be here The sun, the sand, the sea are waiting on the corner Take a trip out here Hustle, bustle, shove and fuss will greet you if you stay in there I'm without a care Fresh fruit and sea fish, are in abundance here But they don't allow the natives at your door Selling booze smuggled from another shore And I wish you could be, wish you could be, wish you could be here Postcard...