Letters

The title track for this year’s RPM album. One mic. Live take. Please forgive the missed notes.

LETTERS

Writing while I drive with voices in my mind
Passed along by friends I’ve never met
Trying to stay alive in one place in time
Haven’t found a way to do it yet

Thinking ‘bout the faces of the people driving by
I’ll never know their stories and they’ll never know mine
So many places, so much time
That’ll go by but I’ll be fine

Looking in the eyes of the people on the screen
Letting me know how and where they’ve been
Hard as I try, and you know what I mean
I wonder if I’ll ever really see them here again

My father used to write my mother letters
From across the sea
I’m thinking the message got through better
Than the one you’re receiving here from me

Thinking ‘bout the faces and voices in my mind
Of people passing by I’ve never met
Filling in the spaces and keeping track of time
Haven’t found a way to do it yet