Artist: dean friedman
Song: the letter
Autumn seems awful lonely here whenever we think of you
Last night the sky was purple and we wanted to share the view
The leaves on the trees are turning and the woods are all ablaze
The smell of the timber burning in the fireplace
Sunday we woke up early and we drove out to Tyson's farms
Gorging ourselves on all the cider and donuts we could fit under both
our arms
Picking out penny candy in the country store
Until we collapsed on the porch with our bellies sore
So what's it like to be on your own
A roamin' vagabond
Away from home in search of some forgotten door
Is it half as good as it sounds
And tell me have you really found
The peace and calm we've all been lookin' for
Freckles still misses you, she always sleeps on the floor in your room
Ruth says she smells but you know it's just her very unique perfume
The tree in the back bore apples but they're green and full of worms
I guess we'll sit tight and wait until the cider turns
Everyone sends their love, they still don't really believe you're gone
Everyone's jealous of this crazy oddysey that you're on
Hoping this finds you happy and healthy and sane
Pray that your strength will ease you through the growing pains
So what's it like to be on your own
A roamin' vagabond
Away from home in search of some forgotten door
Is it half as good as it sounds
And tell me have you really found
The peace and calm we've all been lookin' for
So what's it like to be on your own
A roamin' vagabond
Away from home in search of some forgotten door
Is it half as good as it sounds
And tell me have you really found
The peace and calm we've all been lookin' for
