I never thought you were the letter writing type   Now I see the words you chose, the way you write   So I started to write back about the trees and the snow   And I saw a bird, couldn't say what it was   But I thought you'd know, you always surprised me      And if I wrote you, if I wrote you   You would know me and you would not write me again      And when the spring came and flooded all the streams   It's like how you got the night you told me all your dreams   And when the barn roof sagged after an icy bout   It's like how you shrugged when you knew   The truth was the only way out, but not the only way      And if I wrote you, if I wrote you   You would know me and you would not write me again      We drew our arms around the bastard sons   We never would drink to the chosen ones   Well you know the way I left was not the way I planned   But I thought the world needed love and a steady hand   So I'm steady now      And I'm so happy, I had to tell you   And I love you, and you will not write me again   You will not write me again   You will not write me again.