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's weird here    We said we know it's weird here, but it weird there, too    Ah we're gonna miss ya