Secret Letter

Morning light
The time is right
Don’t have to ask me why
I’ve got to say goodbye
My hands are cold
My back’s too old
But where I have to go
I’ve been never told
I drink my beer
But still’s not clear
How long I have to wait
And what I’m doing here
She passes by
Asks me for a pen to write
Her letter says to fly
To the other side of night
Her letter says to fly
To the other side of night