Letters littered with little lewd pictures
Worshipping the landscape
Outside of that little motel
That tend to carry us along
With my true love on our wedding day
When they got back into their cars
Drawn by the ghost of Woddy Guthrie
And they put down their hands
Which is how I think of songs
From back when life was more soft shelled
Just to draw one two for me
But I will say that I have saved
To look up at the same stars
The one you left on my windsheild
Two people pulled over on the same night
Is in the pocket of my old gigbag
And finally they were done
And moved into the sky
And I dance to one of your old tunes
And then a whole lotta time went by
They both found their wheels were spinning
And they missed fate's appointed rendezvous
In that it is the writing of them
If it finally knew just what to say
In a soft shoulder
And they had barely said hello
And I think of your letters as love letters
Who would use your big thick hand
And your voice sang the way my heart would sing
Every letter you ever wrote to me
