Letters And Drawings

Goodbye angel

Hands in your pockets

Maybe tomorrow

Maybe you'll come back sometime

She boards a Greyhound

With a ticket to Jersey

A gray colored backpack

Full of all her belongings

A kiss from the window

Tells me she loves me

And how she's sending

Letters and drawings

But the letters never came

So I waited by the phone

To hear it ring

Waited by the phone

To hear it ring

Waited by the phone

To hear it ring

Goodbye angel

Hands in your pockets

Maybe tomorrow

Maybe you'll call me sometime

Small towns to cities

She one day calls me

Tells me that she's married

I took it badly

Moments of silence

Sounds of her laughing

"When are you sending

Letters and drawings?"

But the letters never came

So I waited by the phone

To hear it ring

Waited by the phone

To hear it ring

Waited by the phone

To hear it ring

Goodbye angel

Hear you're successful

Maybe tomorrow

Maybe you'll come back sometime

Hands in your pockets

Here's where you left me

Only with memories

When we were just 16

But the letters never came

So I waited by the phone

To hear it ring

Waited by the phone

To hear it ring

Waited by the phone

To hear it ring

Waited by the phone

To hear it ring