Dear Stacy (last letter from Derrell)

Dear Stacy;

I wrote a song for you/us. A summation of sorts… and the “last letter” in the title definitely lowers my inhibitions (and also proves that I’m not the author of this).

I said they all seem so hopeless, you said faceless and heartless… thank god I’m not one of them

Not sure what you meant if you meant anything

You can never tell how things will end

and if we got back the time… we’d waste it again

Never made it to Graceland

Did we get lost or just run out of gas?

Never made it to Graceland

It’s the little things that never last

The difference between midnight and noon, like so many things, depends on if your eyes are closed

and I know when I’m dreaming

it’s the only time we make it there

Not hopeless or heartless, just less, just less, just less

Never made it to Graceland

Did we get lost or just run out of gas?

Never made it to Graceland

It’s the little things that never last

If you freeze a moment… pick it well

You never know when you’re in heaven or hell

Never made it to Graceland

Did we get lost or just run out of gas?

Never made it to Graceland

It’s the little things that never last

And I know that I’m dreaming

because I can see us standing there