The Letter Home Lyrics - Elvis Costello

c/o St. Ignatus House, Willoughby Drive, 

Parrametta, New South Wales 

This fifth day of July, in the year of Our Lord 

Nineteen hundred and thirty five 

Why must I always apologize every time that I sit down to write? 

Through my own fault, I may find you're no longer living at this address 

Please excuse the lack of news, the feeling of strange privilege 

For the hour of trial, in these times of distress 

Mean more than years imprisoned by etiquette 

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I can remember when we were children 

Though I could never imagine this day 

Your brother told me we'd live forever 

"I'll go one better," I heard myself say 

And it seems so strange, now that he's gone 

To recall all these games 

Though the years have divided us 

Friendships have strained and broken 

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Oh, by the way, how's that girl that you wed? 

I hated you then, but I'm over the worst of it 

I can't come home, I might as well say 

Life is short, I shall not write again