Letters & 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