I wrote a letter on a nothing day

I asked somebody 'Could you send my letter away'?

'You are too young to put all of your hopes in just one envelope' 

I said goodbye to someone that I love

It's not just me, I tell you it's the both of us

And it was hard

Like coming off the pills that you take to stay happy

Someone above has seen me do alright

Someone above is looking with a tender eye

Upon her face, you may think you're alone but you may think again 

If I could do just one near perfect thing I'd be happy

They'd write it on my grave, or when they scattered my ashes

On second thoughts I'd rather hang about and be there with my best friend 

If she wants me



And far away somebody read the letter

He condescends to read the words I wrote about him

And if he smiles, it's no more than a genius deserves

For all his curious nerve and his passion



I'm going deaf, you're growing melancholy

Things fall apart, I don't know why we bother at all

But life is good and 'It's always worth living at least for a while'



If I could do just one near perfect thing I'd be happy

They'd write it on my grave, or when they scattered my ashes

On second thoughts I'd rather hang about and be there with my best friend 

If she wants me



If you think to yourself 'What should I do now'?

Then take the baton, girl, you better run with it

There is no point in standing in the past cause it's over and done with 



I took a book and went into the forest

I climbed the hill, I wanted to look down on you

But all I saw was twenty miles of wilderness so I went home