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Writing the lines as they come to me

Scratching them out almost immediatelly

Don't know what it's done to me

Well, it's cold, it's wet

And it's been raining all night

And there's a letter I've been trying to write

Something better waiting somewhere for me

One of them is sitting on the wrong coast

One awaits an answer by return post, waiting

Try to remember how long it's been

When there was more

To us than paper and pen

Think how easy it is to conceal

And I know when we're together again

We'll be strangers for an hour and then

We'll have to figure out if this thing is real

One of them is sitting on the wrong coast

One awaits an answer by return post, waiting

Cold and wet and rain all night

There's a letter I gotta write

Something better is waiting for me

One of them is sitting on the east coast

One awaits an answer by return post, waiting