Postcards We Never Sent

Verse

Ferris wheel light spinning gold on the pier

Salt on your collar, you laughed in my ear

We bought six postcards from a spinning rack

Wrote "wish you were here" but never mailed them back

Pre-Chorus

Drawer full of stamps we don't use

Boxes of days we refuse to lose

So tell me why does August still feel so close

Chorus

I'm holding on to the feeling

The screen door slam, the ceiling fan spinning slow

Holding on to the feeling

Two straws, one drink, the neon's afterglow

Some things you can't send in the mail

So I keep the summer in a jar on the shelf

Holding on to the feeling

Verse

Polaroid fading but the porch light stays on

Your handwriting curls like a favorite old song

The boardwalk still smells like the sugar and tar

We drove till the gas light and we didn't get far

Pre-Chorus

Drawer full of stamps we don't use

Boxes of days we refuse to lose

So tell me why does August still feel so close

Chorus

I'm holding on to the feeling

The screen door slam, the ceiling fan spinning slow

Holding on to the feeling

Two straws, one drink, the neon's afterglow

Some things you can't send in the mail

So I keep the summer in a jar on the shelf

Holding on to the feeling

Bridge

Maybe the postcards were never the point

Maybe it's you, in this rusted old joint

If I mailed them today would you still feel the same

Or just the ghost of a golden July flame

Either way I don't need you to answer

I've got the whole summer sealed like a letter

Chorus

I'm holding on to the feeling

The screen door slam, the ceiling fan spinning slow

Holding on to the feeling

Two straws, one drink, the neon's afterglow

Some things you can't send in the mail

So I keep the summer in a jar on the shelf

Holding on to the feeling

Holding on to the feeling