I'm writing to you as the sunsets behind The purple plague of a wisteria line I'm writing to you, my love I read a book and I slept a while I took a tour without a tour guide I was searching for you, my love There's just one thing that I never get to do I'm always one day away from you I'm always one day away from you Took photos of churches and parliament grounds They looked like all the others, I deleted them now I was thinking of you, my love I'm working hard but getting no money You must be looking forward to your birthday coming I'm wishing for you, my love There's just one thing that I never get to do I'm always one day away from you I'm always one day away from you The twilight here seems to linger on The nights are short but not less lonesome I'm longing for you, my love So many tales you'll never hear told And many more till I get back home I'm yearning for you There's just one thing that I never get to do I'm always one day away from you I'm always one day away from you I'm writing to you as the moon does climb Font getting smaller on these postcard lines Font getting smaller on these postcard lines