Letters From Europe - Greg Brown

Letters from Europe

All our pals far away

Who pack, pack it all up Left the USA

One with a paintbrush

One with a musical instrument

One with masks and juggling balls

We cried when they went

We said we know it’s weird here

We said we know it’s weird here

We said we know it’s weird here

We said we know it’s weird here, but it weird there, too

We’re gonna miss ya Postcards from the coffee shops

The station in Amsterdam

The hotel in Lyons

London, riding on a tram

Adventures in transportation

Affairs of the heart

Also ah your lucky friends

All the other parts

We said we know it’s weird here

We said we know it’s weird here

We said we know it’s weird here

We said we know it’s weird here, but it weird there, too

We’re gonna miss ya Ah my children sing their own songs

I still, I still do too

I’m gonna send some on a cassette

On an airplane to you

I hope ya get a lot of work

I know travellin suits you

Oh and if ya miss the USA

Well sometimes I do too.

We said we know it’s weird here

We said we know it’s weird here

We said we know that it weird here

We said we know it’s weird here, but it weird there, too

Ah we’re gonna miss ya