Postcards
Pamela Means Lyrics


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Postcards for my father
From Pennsylvania station
Hey I'm in the big town
It only took imagination
Things I haven't told you
I bet you already know
Things you haven't told me yet
I'd pay good money to know
Let's do some talkin'
Willie is a proud man
Willie is strong
I'd like to say I know him well
But he hardly talks at all
Let's do some talkin'
The miles on your iron feet
And your calloused hands
Evidence you work too hard
And that you always have
Been waiting on the lottery
I'm waiting on a song
To rise up out of poverty




Well maybe we've been rich
All along

Overall Meaning

In Pamela Means's song "Postcards", the lyrics tell a story of a daughter or possibly a close loved one who is separated from her father. Despite the separation, the singer sends postcards to her father, updating him on her life from Pennsylvania Station. The singer expresses that some things she hasn't told her father, she's sure he already knows. Likewise, she wonders about things her father hasn't revealed to her, wishing she could pay him to share them.


The chorus of the song calls for communication: "Let's do some talkin'." The singer highlights her relationship with a man named Willie, praising his strength but also revealing that he is not talkative. The bridge of the song compares the miles on the father's feet and hands to evidence of his hard work and the wait for the lottery to the singer's wait for a musical breakthrough. The final line in the song suggests that maybe both characters have been rich all along.


The lyrics in "Postcards" are open to interpretation, but the song leaves the listener with a powerful reminder to cherish communication and connections we have with loved ones.


Line by Line Meaning

Postcards for my father
Sending postcards to my father


From Pennsylvania station
From the train station in Pennsylvania


Hey I'm in the big town
I'm in the big city


It only took imagination
It took only imagination to reach here


Things I haven't told you
There are things I haven't told you yet


I bet you already know
But I'm sure you already know them


Things you haven't told me yet
There are things you haven't told me yet


I'd pay good money to know
I would like to know them and can pay for it


Let's do some talkin'
Let's have a conversation


Willie is a proud man
Willie is a man with pride


Willie is strong
He is also strong


I'd like to say I know him well
Though, I want to say I know him well


But he hardly talks at all
But he's a man of few words


The miles on your iron feet
The miles you must have walked on iron feet


And your calloused hands
And the rough hands that must have been caused by hard work


Evidence you work too hard
Shows that you work too hard


And that you always have
That you have always worked this hard


Been waiting on the lottery
I have been waiting for a lucky break


I'm waiting on a song
Waiting for inspiration to write a song


To rise up out of poverty
To get out of poverty


Well maybe we've been rich
But maybe we're already rich


All along
All this time




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: NIALL ADAM BRESLIN

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