Sep 2019
To the side
With mindful eyes, lax
Like the smile which always wide
Comes back
Sitting beneath the old mailbox by the railroad tracks
Trying so hard not to forget
The words inscribed
Which you promised me
In the letter that never came
With mindful eyes, lax
Like the smile which always wide
Comes back
Sitting beneath the old mailbox by the railroad tracks
Trying so hard not to forget
The words inscribed
Which you promised me
In the letter that never came
And why is that? Because I waited too long. LOL. Mr. Newman with the song. FTW.
