We Wrote Letters Everyday      Well, no one was too upset   You know we were married in the war   And I went with him to Pennsylvania and California   But he went out the Pacific   And I came back to Chicago to work on the railroad      And we wrote letters every day   Which were later thrown away   And God knows what we wrote or what they said   But this is probably how they read      I left the letters behind   In the basement of the apartment building when we moved   For the mice to nibble on   I wonder how long they lasted      And we wrote letters every day   Which were later thrown away   And God knows what we wrote or what they said   But this is probably how they read      Now, at my wedding, my husband didn't have his close family there as I indicated   He came from a family of priests   At least, there were a lot of priests in his family   And so, eight priests presided over our wedding   Eight priests, it looked impressive   But it didn't sound very good      A gaggle of priests   Or they were like crows around an overly ornate park bench up there   They all had fine voices   But, and I mean this respectfully   They didn't match pitch      Thinking that each one of them was the one in the right   So they made some strange note choices      Listen...