Greg Brown - Letters from Europe

Letters from Europe All our pals far away Who pack, pack it all up Left the USAOne 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 USAWell 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 weird here We said we know it's weird here, but it weird there, too Ah we're gonna miss ya