Good Friday and I'm miles away And missing you already From a backyard in Balmain To the post office and back again I bought a postcard I'm getting close But I haven't got around to it yet I know I said I'd write And maybe I might You know I'm thinking of you In the bookstore, in the laundromat Guess how much I love you Much more, more than that More than that Better Saturday It's been that way since I spoke to you this morning From a pay-phone in a pub Here's the rock'n'roll and there's the rub And when I spoke to you You said I'll see you soon' But I won't see you for ages And your voice sounded so small The loneliness of the long distance phone call You know I'm thinking of you In the bookstore, in the laundromat Guess how much I love you Much more, more than that Guess how much I love you More than that Here's me Here's you Draw a line between the two This is cartography for beginners On a map the gap's three fingers But it's more than that It's more than that