May
17
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
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