Postcard From Elvis Lyrics - Singles - Don Walker

Got a postcard from Elvis 

It was postmarked Guam 

Said, he was workin' in a little cafe 

Where he met Yvonne 

Said, the lights from the kitchen 

Didn't bother him much 

Said, he wasn't worried about what he ate 

Or shavin' and such 

Said, he found a red Monaro 

Said, it runs pretty good 

Most Saturdays he's dreamin' away 

Under the hood 

He said, maybe it's a little bit stupid 

Sometimes I forget 

But closer I come to the heart of the matter 

The farther away I get 

Got a phone call from Norma 

Said, she's lovin' the farm 

Spends her time advancin' her mind 

In sweet Johnny's arms 

Said, he's glad to be out of the running 

Glad he got away clean 

Workin' the land with dirt on his hands 

For his sweet Norma Jean 

They got a big old four-poster 

They know it's comin' soon 

Baby needs shoes and when the little one's due 

They'll be needing some room 

She said, maybe it's a little bit stupid 

Sometimes I forget 

But closer I come to the heart of the matter 

The farther away I get 

I've been talkin' to some old friends of mine 

Won't you hold a moment 

While I get my other line 

Got a message from Buddha 

He left it on my machine 

He said when you go 

So fast that it's slow 

You'll know what I mean 

Said, he found a red Monaro 

Said it runs pretty good 

And most Saturday's, he's dreamin' away 

Under the hood 

He said, maybe it's a little bit stupid 

Sometimes I forget 

But closer I come to the heart of the matter 

The farther away I get 

The closer I come to the heart of the matter 

The farther away I get