Damien Jurado - Letters & Drawings lyrics
[Damien Jurado - Letters & Drawings lyrics]
Goodbye angel hands in your pockets
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe you'll come back sometime
She boards a Greyhound
With a ticket to Jersey
A gray colored backpack
Full of all her belongings
A kiss from the window tells me she loves me
And how she's sending letters and drawings
But the letters never came
So I waited by the phone to hear it ring
Waited by the phone to hear it ring
Waited by the phone to hear it ring
Goodbye angel hands in your pockets
Maybe tomorrow maybe you'll call me sometime
Small towns to cities she one day calls me
Tells me that she's married i took it badly
Moments of silence sounds of her laughing
"When are you sending letters and drawings?"
But the letters never came
So I waited by the phone to hear it ring
Waited by the phone to hear it ring
Waited by the phone to hear it ring
Goodbye angel hear you're successful
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe you'll come back sometime
Hands in your pockets
Here's where you left me only with memories
When we were just 16
But the letters never came
So I waited by the phone to hear it ring
Waited by the phone to hear it ring
Waited by the phone to hear it ring
Waited by the phone to hear it ring
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe you'll come back sometime
She boards a Greyhound
With a ticket to Jersey
A gray colored backpack
Full of all her belongings
A kiss from the window tells me she loves me
And how she's sending letters and drawings
But the letters never came
So I waited by the phone to hear it ring
Waited by the phone to hear it ring
Waited by the phone to hear it ring
Goodbye angel hands in your pockets
Maybe tomorrow maybe you'll call me sometime
Small towns to cities she one day calls me
Tells me that she's married i took it badly
Moments of silence sounds of her laughing
"When are you sending letters and drawings?"
But the letters never came
So I waited by the phone to hear it ring
Waited by the phone to hear it ring
Waited by the phone to hear it ring
Goodbye angel hear you're successful
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe you'll come back sometime
Hands in your pockets
Here's where you left me only with memories
When we were just 16
But the letters never came
So I waited by the phone to hear it ring
Waited by the phone to hear it ring
Waited by the phone to hear it ring
Waited by the phone to hear it ring