Hello mom and dad, what's been goin' on. I know it's been awhile, since I've written home. I like my new job, sure I like this town. But I finally got me something to write home about.
You walk into the room, you know what's on my mind. You know just how to reach me, baby, without even trying. Don't need no one to tell me, this is leading to.
Waiting for someone to finish the story. Of a heart that's been broken and thrown on the floor. Picking up pieces to put back together. Hoping it beats like before.