Из альбома: 21st Century Redemption Songs
Moving along, the banks are so cold and it’s true
There’s a far away note, from a far away song, and it’s you
Wanna tell you how my luck has run dry
Wanna tell you how I’m losing my mind, it’s over you
Through the nightly drone, I’m counting all the days going by
I hope you’re doing well, and my stories from the road still make you smile
Please don’t tell me I been wasting all my time
Through these backroads, and the coldest of nights
For something good
My letter from abroad, sits so proudly my coat as I arrive
With every single word, of every single line that I memorised
I can’t hear through people shuffling around
I see your face, as you’re walking through the crowd
It’s coming true