Got your postcard from Istanbul   The crooked lines run on and on and on   Got your picture in my car   It's like a map that only gets me lost      You know it never hurt to make sense   For us to feel this   You and I were never saints or angels   I still have faith in you      Take a drive in Oregon rain   It's 1 a.m. and you are in my blood   Across an ocean made of distance   The morning comes and you'll be waking up      You know it never hurt to make sense   For us to feel this   You and I were never saints or angels   I still have faith in you      I lay the phone down   And play this song for you   Five thousand miles away   You're listening      You know it never hurt to make sense   For us to feel this   You and I were never saints or angels   I still have faith in you