Lyrics

Postcard to Stan
Words & Music by Dave Nachmanoff

Oh Stan I thought I saw you with beauty on your arm
But it was just some other guy who shared your face
And I wondered was it destiny or a random gust of wind
That picked me up and drew me to this foreign place

CHORUS:

Now it seems like these Italian women
Never have a bad hair day
And they never trip of fall on those high heels
And their makeup’s always perfect
And they walk with head held high
And I’ll bet they’ve never felt the way I feel
Yeah I’ll bet they’ve neverf felt the way I feel

When you left me at the alter after all those years we shared
It seemed like you had triggered all my deepest fears
With a brand new house in escrow and a job that I’d just left
You picked an inconvenient time to disappear
And I should have seen it coming, but I guess we never do
Even when the writing’s on the wall
When you said a big commitment, didn’t feel too much like you
I heard, but wasn’t listening at all

(CHORUS)

When the bubble finally burst, I called up my cousin Sid
To look through papers, just to see what we might find
When we stumbled on that safe, where your secret stash was hid
I wondered if you knew how much you’d left behind
So I took this flight to Europe, now I’m here in this café
Taking time out from the mess I call my life
Handsome waiters and Chianti help to drive my cares away
Oh, but I always thought I’d be here as your wife

FINAL CHORUS:

Same except the last two lines –

And I guess sometimes they’ve felt the way I feel (2X)