This pale mucha postcard brings back orange carpet We called roaches butterflies and ate our pies at Birchwood Saloon Off the only road that leaves the state, I would sing and pass the plate They all knew me by my face and my father’s name
Heavy letter underneath my door, stark reminder when I had before It’s hard to believe I’ve come this far Heavy letter in the dresser drawer tore it open like a candy bar It’s hard to believe I’ve come this far
Bright red hot rod hardtop off to town for Moose’s Tooth You comin’ with? To the parkin’ lot? If not, you know my window’s never locked Drew leaned in and said it but his heart wouldn’t let it That’s all right, I’ll be my husband’s wife
Heavy letter makes a perfect mark on the page and in the heart It’s hard to believe I’ve come this far Heavy letter in the dresser drawer tore it open like a candy bar It’s hard to believe I’ve come this far
Nervous tearing through the sky, grieving every inch I gain Counting pools and freeways, I will sing and pass the plate They will know me by my face and my father’s name
Heavy letter in the dresser drawer tore it open like a candy bar It’s hard to believe I’ve come this far Heavy letter headed for your shore, a premonition of what’s in store It’s hard to believe we’ve come this farTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
