A Postcard from California Al Jardine (Ft. Glen Campbell)

Now you know that I'm goin' out west
I think that it's for the best
Hopes and dreams are what this nation's built on
They wrote me a letter back
Said "Get yourself out here fast
We'll send for your things and put you in a nice hotel"

I knew I was doin' good
They typed it on an Underwood
My letter came all the way by U.S. Mail
They said they could use a man
Who could read a set of blueprint plans
By the time you read this I'll be flyin' over Indian Wells

And I'll be sending you a postcard from California
And I'll be missing you each and every day
They say it's cold out here in San Francisco
But the sun shines down upon the Golden Gate

I tried you on the telephone
I didn't find you at home
The lines were down, I guess this note'll have to do
Now leavin' like this ain't right
But I had to take the mornin' flight
I love you girl and I'm already missin' you