Dearly beloved, I'm writing you
'Cause I feel so far away
Last time I checked you were lying in your bed
When I left, you had nothing to say
Sometimes the bottle's half empty
Sometimes I drink till it's dry
Sometimes there's blues on the soles of my shoes
And sometimes I think, I can fly
I thought I could hide in the I-95
In the chatter of drunks in this bar
Where the work comes in shifts and the customers drift
And our fortune's not caught in the stars
The sun's down low on the city
It goes where you're living, to make you behave
Up here on the roof it feels like we're through
On the street, I call out your name