Damien Jurado
Letters & Drawings
Goodbye angel hands in your pocketsMaybe tomorrow maybe you'll come back sometimeShe boards a Greyhound, a ticket to JerseyA grey-colored backpack full of all her belongingsThere's a kiss from the window, tells me she loves meAnd how she's sending letters and drawingsBut the letters never cameSo I waited by the phone to hear it ringGoodbye angel hands in your pocketsMaybe tomorrow maybe you'll call me sometimeSmall time still city she one day calls meTells me she's married, I took it badlyMoments of silence, sounds of her laughingWhen are you sending letters and drawingsBut the letters never cameSo I waited by the phone to hear it ringGoodbye angel hear you're successfullMaybe tomorrow, well maybe you'll come back sometimeHands in your pockets here's where you left meOnly with memories when we were just sixteenBut the letters never cameSo I waited by the phone to hear it ring
From Letras Mania