You have spoken   The photo's fading   And nothing is going right   A shooter's hand    To turn a cheek to   A cough in an empty room at night      Leaves are eyes   That look inside   A secret society   Here's victory now if   That's what you're into   Just take it away from me      "May God strike me dead"   she shouted from her bed   I said "Look at your mouth   It's bleeding now and so all pours out   Too easily you choose   My version of the truth    When all I ask of you   Is send me a postcard when you get there"      A monkey's tooth   A lukewarm bath   A stray dog out in the driveway   Here's Albany in a photo finish   Just wipe the dust away      "May God strike me dead"   she shouted from her bed   I said "Look at your mouth   It's bleeding now and so all pours out   Too easily you choose   My version of the truth    When all I ask of you   Is send me a postcard when you get there"      Yeah, when you get down there   Send me a postcard   Yeah, when you get down there      Wherfore art thou    Johnny Carson?   Retired and never coming back   A backroom basement   A sixty watt bulb   There's nothing that I lack      "May God strike me dead"   she shouted from her bed   I said "Look at your mouth   It's bleeding now and so all pours out   Too easily you choose   My version of the truth    When all I ask of you   Is send me a postcard when you get there"      Yeah, when you get down there   Send me a postcard   Yeah, when you get down there      Send to me a postcard from anywhere   Send to me a postcard from anywhere   Send to me a postcard from anywhere