I wish I could be a shooting star   I wish I could be warm and bizarre   Or hills, rolling into sky   A river running wide, the apple of your eye      Now the summer heat has come and gone   The lamp is lit and all the shades are drawn   Send roses if you can, put the petals in my hand   And now I understand      That I photograph the rain   Make it all look sane   And try to wax romantic   When love, my heart is only frantic      Hello, love, I got your letter   Written in your yellow sweater   Trust me, love, I'm doing better   It's only fair to say       Now the guests are folding into pairs   So make the bed and move me up the stairs      Love, I think we had it all   And now I'm feeling small   Just a picture on your wall      And, so the story ends   Another to begin   Another happy ending   Another letter I am never sending