From the recording We Are Born Blind
Lyrics
Notes: Just a guy and his piano late at night wishing his wife was here and not in Florida.
WRITE ME A LETTER
Make me a phone call - make it to-day
I’ll know if you don’t call - that you’ve gone away
Write me a letter - In a day or two
Sign it sincerely - that you love me too
So make me phone call - Write me a letter
Make me a phone call…today
Send me a post card - From Brussels or Rome
Tell me you miss me - And that you’re coming home
Send me a message – from England of France
Put it in a bottle – let the waves take it back
So mail me post card – Send me a message
Write me letter - today
Time is the enemy
It binds us up – then sets us free
If I should die – before I wake
I pray to God – my soul to take
To you
Your perfume it lingers where you laid your head
I run my hand down your figure on a cold empty bed
So send me some flowers - that would be nice
As I while away the hours as the world turns to ice
So send me some flowers - write me a letter
Make me a phone call - today
Time is a den of thieves
It steals our days and then it leaves
If I should die – before I wake
I pray to God – my soul to take
To you