Return to Cinder I gave a letter to the postman He put it in his sack Bright and early next morning He brought my letter back She wrote upon it Return to Cinder Address unknown No such number No such song We had a quarrel My lover's back I write I'm sorry But my letter keeps coming back So then I dropped it in the mailbox As any special deed Bright and early next morning It came right back to me She wrote upon it Return to Cinder Address unknown No such person No such song This time I'm gonna take it myself And put it right in her hand And if it comes back the very next day Then I'll understand Writing on it Return to Cinder Address unknown No such number No such song Return to Cinder Return to Cinder Return to Cinder Return to Cinder