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 refridgerator 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