Expect Me Like One Waits For Mail,

All Lost Dropped And Cancelled.

Like Foreign Post, I Leave Twice A Day

But Take A Week To Get There.



Expect Me Like One Waits For Rain,

Or Sleet Or Hail Or Snowfall.

Like Foreign Post, I'm Lost On The Way

And Take A Week To Get There.



I Want To Be Delivered

'til I'm Gone Gone Gone.



The Way It's Sealed In My Heart, I

T's Guaranteed That I'm

In Your Hands



By Morning, When You're Ready

To Read Between The Lines

And The Paper Isn't Telling You Anything.



If You Miss Me, Drop Me A Line

In Care Of Fin De Siecle,

Mit Luftwaffe.



It's The End Of The End Of The End.