She was waiting alone at the station. Praying for her train to arrive. Thinking 'bout her destination,. Her tattered bag held all that she had in life.
Regrets are all you left on your lipstick stains. Take a picture of our past there in that ashtray. We had our fun, I used to light your flame. Like the dancing smoke that rose we tried to find our way.
Hey, hey, it's been so long since I have written with pen. Ya know it's sharper than a sabre, I don't feel like Errol Flynn. Got no computer, I can't type the letter in.