Ron Pope - Writing letters

I spend my d^Gays writing lette^Drs I spend my ev^Emenings singing so^Cngs The last five y^Gears have gone so qu^Dickly Someday ^Emsoon my time will be d^Cone

And I ^Gused to walk in New York C^Dity But watch the su^Emnrise east of Tompkins Sq^Cuare Since I've been g^Gone, does the city m^Diss me? I wo^Emnder if she hears m^Cy call

Though I am ^Gfar away and I am ^Dall alone There are p^Emarts of me that still are h^Colding on To moments l^Gong since passed, and secrets ^DI recall And friends I u^Emsed to have who I d^Con't know anymore

I watch the s^Gky in each new ci^Dty It's not so di^Emfferent, I see more st^Cars Now I'm counting clo^Guds to calm my fee^Dlings Which tend to ^Emrace away in the da^Crk

I don't wanna ^Gbe or seem like I don't c^Dare It just gets h^Emard on me out th^Cere

But when I dr^Geam I'm not in Mem^Dphis I'm on my wa^Emy home on that tr^Cain And I don't ^Gfeel so lost and diff^Derent Lord, the ^Emmiles, how they cut me d^Ceep