歌詞

The letter's on the windowsill

All dressed up for the mail

Tomorrow it will leave my house

And ride a hundred roads

Through sorting rooms and mailbag dark

With all its little loads

And somewhere in a few short days

A door will open wide

You'll hold a piece of my afternoon

Right there inside your hands

For you're a letter written on my heart

Known and read by friends

I picture you beside your window

Smiling at my name

The pressed-flower falling to your lap

The smudge, you'll laugh the same

You'll hold a piece of my afternoon

Right there inside your hands

For you're a letter written on my heart

Known and read by friends

Mmm... mmm... mmm

You'll hold a piece of my afternoon

Right there inside your hands

For you're a letter written on my heart

Known and read by friends

The letter's on the windowsill

The quiet's coming too