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 byive held onto you letterthat held so much of your lifeand i cant guess what going on in your mindi hope its like the timeswhen we never drank wineits been too long since our last laughthe glaring screen cant castthe momens we hadand i hope this brings you tothe railroads sweet croonour meeting soonon the porch i know you'd sityou'd laugh at all of itall those times we spentand now im on the bus to your towni know you'll love the soundthe inside's coming roundfor two more weeks i'd wreck your couchraiding fridges and cabinetsyour favorite snacks in my mouthand in the summer breeze we would sitnext to rusted cars with dentsand share our old momentsand i can hear your footsteps running behindthe bus' trails left at ninethose tears fell in linebut dont you worry, i'll be backid walk from the beginning backto know that were intact