Hey, Dad, how are you doing?
We ain't spoken for a while
Nothing much to tell you, but I think I'm doing fine
Maddy's getting married to a woman that I like
London's still the same, nobody smiles
I wake up in the morning and I get down on my knees
Don't know what I pray to, but I know that I believe
If the devil's in the detail, then God is in the peace
Slowly, I'm learning how to breathe
I met a girl in Texas, and she opened up my eyes
I didn't see it coming, so I didn't see it die
Blinked and I had missed it, is the story of my life
Slowly, I've been learning how to fly
It'd either be cartoons
Or the local evening news
It's a hotel room confession kind of night
This letter to you, is the least that I can do
To tell you I don't always get it right
Yeah, I've got time to kill in Spokane, Washington tonight
I'm still the king of petty, like I was at 17
Got a Handy J in Betty's while finishing my tea
I think I'm getting better at getting over me
But I still have trouble letting trouble be
Miriam and me have started speaking once again
I don't know where it's headed, but I'm okay being friends
I send her all my demo's she's a nightmare to impress
Oh, it's something in the air when we connect
It'd either be cartoons
Or the local evening news
It's a hotel room confession kind of night
This letter to you, is the least that I can do
To tell you I don't always get it right
Yeah, I've got time to kill in Spokane, Washington tonight
Late-nights at the station after Burger King is closed
I wander round in circles imagining your ghost
I see us on the platform standing in the snow
Hey, Dad, I miss ya
I know I can't be with ya
Just know I'm feeling sad, but not alone
And writing you this letter feels like home
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