Pocketbooks - Promises, Promises lyrics

The midsummer heat gets the newspapers talking, as diligent crowds fill the roads And as the people decamp to the beaches then I'll share the city with you If only I could share the city just with you A handwritten note is a scant consolation, but I'll take whatever love's left With pen strokes that slant from the left to the right like a drunk cyclist Meandering home on a cold Christmas Eve And I know, I know This faded note that I hold in my hand An invitation to run It's a chain reaction to run To the tempting lines in disposable ink A dozen casual promises, I'm falling back in I'm always the first to get burnt by the summer or blinded by someone I trust I pray on my knees for the sweetest release of the cold autumn months If only I could share those autumn months with you I never could count the cards but I sure learned to read your brown eyes You never learned Russian Whist but you sure learned to spin out a yarn As far and as wide as the national grid And promises, promises fall from your lips overwhelmingly Promises, promises fall from the page like a mountain spring Distilled and repackaged as something unique And I know, I know This single page that I hold in my hand An invitation to run It's a chain reaction to run To the tempting lines in disposable ink A dozen casual promises, I'm falling in So, keep the unblinking eyes, it's okay, I buy it Keep up the paperwork, I just want to read it Keep up the party line, I'll might not believe it But just want to hear it, I just want hear it out loud And I know, I know This steady hand that I hold in my hand An invitation to run It's a chain reaction to run To the tempting lines in throwaway speech A dozen casual promises Well, back in the day when your letters arrived I'd be lovesick I guess The Ts, Ls and Js would all slant the same way but now something has changed The handwriting tells always give us away