Letter
By the time you get this letter, I'll be gone.
This is a song of moving on.
If it makes you feel any better, I'm okay.
What can I say to you today?
I'll be looking for a place to call my home.
Searching for someone to make me feel not so alone.
I'll be trying hard to live the way I feel.
Thinking and asking what is false and what is real.
Go to your other man and take him in.
I know we've been, but that was then.
I'll be doing what I can to make you see
that your security will never set you free.
But then maybe what you need I just can't be.
And maybe what you're looking for you just can't find with me.
Still, it hurts to think we couldn't make it last.
I keep catching myself living and believing in the past.
I've been wandering and thinking under stars,
sitting in bars, and playing guitar.
I've been staring and drinking all alone,
without a home, cut to the bone.
I'm not hungry, but I've got a mighty thirst.
If you ever want me back again, you'll have to find me first.
But that shouldn't be impossible to do
As long as you have ears to hear the songs I send to you.
Take all the time you need to think it out,
what you're about, and why you doubt.
I won't cry again or plead with you to stay.
My own brand new day can't be too far away.
By the time you get this letter, I'll be gone.
This was a song, and I've moved on.
11 сен 2024
