Postcard Blues-Cowboy Junkies

[00:03.767]Especially with my head pounding [00:12.440]and lying helpless in my bed [00:20.571]I long for you and your expert hands [00:29.111]To ease this white heat from my head [00:37.033]And you would boast that you knew [00:44.819]All the pressure points inside [00:52.817]And you could just as easily kill me [01:00.723]Beneath the desire that I hide [01:08.542]But as your patient I knew [01:16.331]That your healing powers had grown [01:24.605]From a sore that's far far deeper [01:32.270]Than this heart where the pain was born [02:13.082]With my head again clear [02:20.603]I think of words to send to you [02:28.499]To coax you back to my side [02:36.341]But always leave out "I love you" [02:44.298]And then through my front door [02:52.026]A picture of a faraway land [02:59.784]And to with love along the back [03:07.864]And once again I reach for my pen