Postmarked Birmingham Lyrics

Postmarked Birmingham(Don Sampson/Phil Vassar)I recognize the writing on the plain white envelopeI've wondered where she'd wind up before she called or wroteThe answer's in a circle through the word 'Love' on a stampPostmarked BirminghamI'd have bet on California'Cause her sister's in Bel AireOr I could Seattle with her mom and dad up thereShe never mentioned Alabama so I don't understandPostmarked BirminghamA two-page letter written onRamada stationaryDate Aprill twenty-twoShe asked me not to hate her,Said she's sorryBut leavin's what she felt she had to doSo the day she left she made it two hundred miles southDid she settle there, did she mail this noteOn her way out of townWhat chance is there to find here when theOnly clue I have isPostmarked BirminghamA two-page letter written onRamada stationaryDate Aprill twenty-twoShe asked me not to hate her,Said she's sorryBut leavin's what she felt she had to doEvery day down by the mailboxStandin' on the curb I checkThe upper right hand cornerof every piece of mail I getHopin' there's that certain circleThrough the word 'Love' on a stampPostmarked Birmingham