Postcards and Letters (Pittston)

There were yellow ribbons on every tree

And yellow orchids growing from the street

Postcards and letters swam to the shore

Locket and treasures on the river floor, yeahWe owe the streets of this small town

You live so quietly and us we speak so loud

We owe the streets of this small town

You live so quietly and us we speak so loud

We speak so loudThere were yellow ribbons on every tree

And yellow orchids growing from the street

Postcards and letters swam to the shore

And all the birds were singing ode's

Singing ode's oh no, oh noWe owe the streets of this small town

You live so quietly and us we speak so loud

We owe the streets of this small town

You live so quietly and us we speak so loud

We speak so loud