Well, im experimenting with this singer/songwriter stuff, so i suppose i'll put this up and see if anyone stops to read it:

for fourteen months ive sat by ive held onto you letter that held so much of your life

and i cant guess what going on in your mind i hope its like the times when we never drank wine

its been too long since our last laugh the glaring screen cant cast the momens we had

and i hope this brings you to the railroads sweet croon our meeting soon

on the porch i know you'd sit you'd laugh at all of it all those times we spent

and now im on the bus to your town i know you'll love the sound the inside's coming round

for two more weeks i'd wreck your couch raiding fridges and cabinets your favorite snacks in my mouth

and in the summer breeze we would sit next to rusted cars with dents and share our old moments

and i can hear your footsteps running behind the bus' trails left at nine those tears fell in line

but dont you worry, i'll be back id walk from the beginning back to know that were intact

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