Letters From You

Late night on the TV screen, but she’s staring at the wall.

It grew six feet from the edge of her seat but felt so very small.

Tryin’ to find the right words and searching for a sign.

Tryin’ to find the courage to stand in her line.

Days seem long, but the blue light’s strong, it’s calling out her name.

Used to find the moments, but now it’s not the same.

Age has often promised to heal and move on.

But, when she looks down at her calloused hands, she wonders where it’s gone.

The same thing always happens, so precious and few.

Out of time, out of touch, just waiting for letters.

Letters from you. Letters from you. Letters from you.

Letters from you. Letters from you. Letters from you.

Waiting and pacing, storing a truth.

But the mage shows a greater life of joy and of youth.

She’s been there all along, but why can’t they see?

Remembers traces of the past, but still can’t quite be free.

The same thing always happens, so precious and few.

Out of time, out of touch, just waiting for letters.

Letters from you. Letters from you. Letters from you.

Letters from you. Letters from you. Letters from you.

I know it seems so hard when the words don’t come out right

But you’ve got to find a way to give it a try!

Letters from you. Letters from you. Letters from you.

Late night on the TV screen, but she’s staring at the wall.