A Picture Postcard

Don't forget to kiss me if you're really going to leave Couldn't you take the second bus home? Couldn't you just take me with you? Couldn't you take the second bus home? If I put my hands to your stomach or put my lips to your hand Birmingham has gone to motors, motors Take me home, take me home, take me home Keep your eyes on the road On the road, on the road, on the road And I'm convinced that you're from mars And I'm convinced that you're from mars