Dean Friedman - The Letter lyrics

Last night the sky was purple and we wanted to share the view

The leaves on the trees are turning and the woods are all ablaze

The smell of the timber burning in the fireplace

Sunday we woke up early and we drove out to Tyson's farms

Gorging ourselves on all the cider and donuts we could fit under both

our arms

Picking out penny candy in the country store

Until we collapsed on the porch with our bellies sore

So what's it like to be on your own

A roamin' vagabond

Away from home in search of some forgotten door

Is it half as good as it sounds

And tell me have you really found

The peace and calm we've all been lookin' for

Freckles still misses you, she always sleeps on the floor in your room

Ruth says she smells but you know it's just her very unique perfume

The tree in the back bore apples but they're green and full of worms

I guess we'll sit tight and wait until the cider turns

Everyone sends their love, they still don't really believe you're gone

Everyone's jealous of this crazy oddysey that you're on

Hoping this finds you happy and healthy and sane

Pray that your strength will ease you through the growing pains

So what's it like to be on your own

A roamin' vagabond

Away from home in search of some forgotten door

Is it half as good as it sounds

And tell me have you really found

The peace and calm we've all been lookin' for

So what's it like to be on your own

A roamin' vagabond

Away from home in search of some forgotten door

Is it half as good as it sounds

And tell me have you really found

The peace and calm we've all been lookin' for