Just a face, just a number, just a name on paper
Just a potential danger, a bad Polaroid of you
Just a customer, membership number, no idea what you are
A stock broker or maybe terrorist?
But at some point I'll leave, then I'll be gone
And you'll get a postcard from me
But at some point it'll start, then I'll be gone
And you'll get a postcard from me sent to me
Just a rumor, just a symbol, just a new Mastercard
The signature for the record because your landlord is suing you
A file number, good grades, clean slate just for you < br/>Good loser who never breaks the rules
Let's finally leave this city
One last look back and we'll be free of our worries
But at some point we'll run away, then we'll be gone
/>And you'll get a postcard from us
But at some point it starts, then we're gone
We'll never see each other again, because we'll never come back