I never thought you were the letter writing type

Now I see the words you chose, the way you write

So I started to write back about the trees and the snow

And I saw a bird, couldn't say what it was

But I thought you'd know, you always surprised me



And if I wrote you, if I wrote you

You would know me and you would not write me again



And when the spring came and flooded all the streams

It's like how you got the night you told me all your dreams

And when the barn roof sagged after an icy bout

It's like how you shrugged when you knew

The truth was the only way out, but not the only way



And if I wrote you, if I wrote you

You would know me and you would not write me again



We drew our arms around the bastard sons

We never would drink to the chosen ones

Well you know the way I left was not the way I planned

But I thought the world needed love and a steady hand

So I'm steady now



And I'm so happy, I had to tell you

And I love you, and you will not write me again

You will not write me again

You will not write me again