It's nice.
I read her in the mail today,
told me what she had to say,
I couldn't understand just
why she'd write.
She doesn't live so far away,
I see her nearly every day,
it only seems like hours since
I scoped her across the phone,
picked up the keys and drove that sweet girl home.
I never did quite understand the way she looked at me,
it hasn't been the same since I told
her that she was free.
Seems a thousand years ago from when I said that first hello,
my
dreamers crumpled right before my eye,
searching in my sleep at night,
looking for her shining
light,
my baby has been seen by people traveling to the stars,
people driving race cars too fast,
you can't last.
