Goodbye angel Hands in your pockets Maybe tomorrow Maybe you'll come back sometime
She boards a Greyhound With a ticket to Jersey A gray colored backpack Full of all her belongings
A kiss from the window Tells me she loves me And how she's sending Letters and drawings But the letters never came
So I waited by the phone To hear it ring Waited by the phone To hear it ring Waited by the phone To hear it ring
Goodbye angel Hands in your pockets Maybe tomorrow Maybe you'll call me sometime
Small towns to cities She one day calls me Tells me that she's married I took it badly
Moments of silence Sounds of her laughing "When are you sending Letters and drawings?" But the letters never came
So I waited by the phone To hear it ring Waited by the phone To hear it ring Waited by the phone To hear it ring
Goodbye angel Hear you're successful Maybe tomorrow Maybe you'll come back sometime
Hands in your pockets Here's where you left me Only with memories When we were just 16
But the letters never came So I waited by the phone To hear it ring Waited by the phone To hear it ring Waited by the phone To hear it ring Waited by the phone To hear it ringTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
