Letter From Abroad

Moving along, the banks are so cold and it’s true
There’s a far away note, from a far away song, and it’s you

Wanna tell you how my luck has run dry
Wanna tell you how I’m losing my mind, it’s over you

Through the nightly drone, I’m counting all the days going by
I hope you’re doing well, and my stories from the road still make you smile

Please don’t tell me I been wasting all my time
Through these backroads, and the coldest of nights
For something good

My letter from abroad, sits so proudly my coat as I arrive
With every single word, of every single line that I memorised

I can’t hear through people shuffling around
I see your face, as you’re walking through the crowd
It’s coming true