Hot summer nights
Breeze through the window
You dimmed the light, and said
"For me it's time to go"
Found out a week late
You weren't doing so fine
I knew you'd get by, but
Wanted to help you down the line
And now I am waiting to see
Just how long it might well be
Before the next time I read
All your letters from away
You told me over the phone
How you're doing at home
Hesitation in your voice
We're both paying the price to roam
And when we gave you back
I was in Minnesota
Still rings in my ears
The last words that I told you
And now I am waiting to see
Just how long it might well be
Before the next time I read
All your letters from away
It seems life can get away from you
When I read your letters, I
Feel where you have gone
Breathing out from far away
Your words linger on
Now, and I'm waiting to see
Just how long it might well be
Before the next time I read
All your letters from away
And at home your life goes on
I can read it through the telephone
Sketched lines of others' lives
Read as letters from away