Well, maybe I'm reckless, maybe bad luck, Hell maybe I'm way too much about having fun I'll send you a postcard, send me your love, Just don't give up on me yet, I'm still growing up I spent a summer down south, working for the county, trying to save for

Send me a postcard When you get to where you're going Send me a line To everything you've left behind Won't you let me know But life's not what you make it, baby Honey, now that your shackles are gone And you're out there on your own If things get hard