The Letter

I’m alone, I wait for the 5 or 10 days at home
I wait through the light and the rain and snow and hot burning sun
And I know you’ll go straight back to her

But that letter went straight to my heart
I carried the weight but I tore it apart
And that letter went straight to my heart
But if you weren’t a liar I’d sleep through the night at your door

And I hope that you walk alone till’ you’re face to face with all you don’t know
You go home and sleep in the garden
You grow cold, hungry, alone.

You hold my hand, you call my name
You promise you’ll hold on with every day
And I wake up and read by the morning light
All is not right in the garden tonight.