Writing the lines as they come to me   Scratching them out almost immediatelly   Don't know what it's done to me   Well, it's cold, it's wet   and it's been raining all night   and there's a letter I've been trying to write   Something better waiting somewhere for me   One of them is sitting on the wrong coast   One awaits an answer by return post, waiting      Try to remember how long it's been   When there was more   to us than paper and pen   Think how easy it is to conceal   And I know when we're together again   We'll be strangers for an hour and then   We'll have to figure out if this thing is real   One of them is sitting on the wrong coast   One awaits an answer by return post, waiting      Cold and wet and rain all night   There's a letter I gotta write    Something better is waiting for me   One of them is sitting on the east coast   One awaits an answer by return post, waiting   And take a drink and staring out the window   Wondering how long this can continue, waiting