Expect me like one waits for mail,
All lost dropped and cancelled.
Like foreign post, I leave twice a day
But take a week to get there.
Expect me like one waits for rain,
Or sleet or hail or snowfall.
Like foreign post, I'm lost on the way
And take a week to get there.
I want to be delivered
'til I'm gone gone gone.
The way it's sealed in my heart, I
T's guaranteed that I'm
In your hands
By morning, when you're ready
To read between the lines
And the paper isn't telling you anything.
If you miss me, drop me a line
In care of fin de siecle,
It's the end of the end of the end.