Letters - Lera Lynn

Watching leaves fall in September

The last time that I can remember

You smiling down on me

And the photographs that I had taken of

You in our old kitchen making love

Inside and I, you’re in pain

Smell of your left smoking fingers

Bruised and bleeding all still lingers on

Inside this head of mine

And when I hear your music playing

Again I hear your sad voice saying

You were never satisfied

Oh no, you were never satisfied

Come by if you’re downtown

We’ll drink and celebrate the moon

And all the things you left behind, oh woo-oo

I’ve forgiven you for all that you did

Still all I can do is write these letters

that will never get to you, oh woo-oo

I thought I smelled your Marlboro burning

As I rinsed my hair this morning

When I called out, you weren’t there

And the diesel truck the neighbor drives

Fools me into thinking you’re alive

And coming home to stay

But you were running like a chalkboard scratch

Up all night long, no turning back

Or guilt would eat your heart alive

And so you’ve left me here in pain and wonder

Regretting never pushing you like thunder coming from the gods

Oh, it might have saved you from the dark

Come by if you’re downtown

We’ll drink and celebrate the moon

And all the things you left behind, oh woo-oo

I’ve forgiven you for all that you did

Still all I can do is write these letters

that will never get to you, oh woo-oo

Come by if you’re downtown

We’ll drink and celebrate the moon

And all the things you left behind, oh woo-oo

I’ve forgiven you for all that you did

Still all I can do is write these letters

that will never get to you, oh woo-oo