A branch clothed with some glittery paste
Don't delay, let's make haste
A doll draped in a fur coat
Load it all on that same ol' boat
Just a matter of memory
Just a matter of time
The glass bell plays our chime
On every corner, and one stamp is not enough
A rose lens hides consequence
The space between words out of sense
A promise never given away
Take it on the road and make your way
Just a matter of remembrance
Just a matter of moving on
The postcard lies on your wind
The glass chime far from home
And I'll paint with different strokes
You'll paint with bleak grey
Through the window a tired oak
Somehow he's housing mocking jays
And a troubled face won't show it all
Sometimes the hardest thing is, do nothing at all
If I had a few words to say, they'd be
Keep your postcards to yesterday
Just a matter of memory
Just a matter of time
The postcard lies on your wind
Somewhere, lost in time
Or just yesterday