Secret Letter

Morning light

The time is right

Don't have to ask me why

I've got to say goodbye

My hands are cold

My back's too old

But where I have to go

I've been never told

I drink my beer

But still's not clear

How long I have to wait

And what I'm doing here

She passes by

Asks me for a pen to write

Her letter says to fly

To the other side of night

Her letter says to fly

To the other side of night