Good Friday and I’m miles away   And missing you already   From a backyard in Balmain   To the post office and back again   I bought a postcard   I’m getting close   But I haven’t got around to it yet   I know I said I’d write   And maybe I might      You know I’m thinking of you   In the bookstore, in the laundromat   Guess how much I love you   Much more, more than that   More than that      Better Saturday   It’s been that way since I spoke to you this morning   From a pay-phone in a pub   Here’s the rock’n’roll and there’s the rub   And when I spoke to you   You said ‘I’ll see you soon’   But I won’t see you for ages   And your voice sounded so small   The loneliness of the long distance phone call      You know I’m thinking of you   In the bookstore, in the laundromat   Guess how much I love you   Much more, more than that   Guess how much I love you   More than that      Here’s me   Here’s you   Draw a line between the two   This is cartography for beginners   On a map the gap’s three fingers   But it’s more than that   It’s more than that