I ain't got nothing to do
On this pale afternoon
Just to sit and write you line
Maybe I'll open a cold soda
Think of memories and hold 'em
Hell, it's been a long time
I reckon you are doing well
I may not read about you
But that's alright
I suppose the way you faced me
In my bed
When I'm soulless and losing my head
I can't get next to you
I reckon you are doing well
Little homesick
But, that will pass
I reckon you are doing well
May is lonesome without you
In summer
With the whispers of love becoming unheard
Now my heart tries find you
Like the blues
Confused about what it really needs
The truth of the matter
All I need is to get to you