(don sampson/phil vassar)
I recognize the writing on the plain white envelope
I've wondered where she'd wind up before she called or wrote
The answer's in a circle through the word 'love' on a stamp
Postmarked birmingham
I'd have bet on california
'cause her sister's in bel aire
Or i could seattle with her mom and dad up there
She never mentioned alabama so i don't understand
Postmarked birmingham
A two-page letter written on
Ramada stationary
Date aprill twenty-two
She asked me not to hate her,
Said she's sorry
But leavin's what she felt she had to do
So the day she left she made it two hundred miles south
Did she settle there, did she mail this note
On her way out of town
What chance is there to find here when the
Only clue i have is
Postmarked birmingham
A two-page letter written on
Ramada stationary
Date aprill twenty-two
She asked me not to hate her,
Said she's sorry
But leavin's what she felt she had to do
Every day down by the mailbox
Standin' on the curb i check
The upper right hand corner
Of every piece of mail i get
Hopin' there's that certain circle
Through the word 'love' on a stamp
Postmarked birmingham