Track 8 of the album Second Wind Motel · 2012
Sorry Written on a Napkin
“Some apologies you can only write on a napkin because you can't say them out loud. This is one of those.”
slow rock · slow rock · confessional · 4:56
Lyrics
Three a.m. at a counter in the rain Coffee gone cold and the same old pain Pulled a napkin from the metal case Pen from the waitress, and I wrote your name Forty years of pride in a single word Hard as a stone, and I finally heard I was wrong, I was proud I was talking way too loud So here's a sorry written on a napkin Ink running thin where the coffee's been spilled It ain't much, but it's every word I've got It's the truest thing I've ever tried to build Sorry written on a napkin If you can't forgive, I'll understand But I'm putting it in the mail by morning With a long road and a shaking hand I drove the night past the county line Rehearsed a speech that never came out right All the things I should have said that day Got lost in the engine and the dark highway Now the words come plain, not a clever one in sight Just I miss you, and I should have stayed that night I was wrong, I was proud I was talking way too loud So here's a sorry written on a napkin Ink running thin where the coffee's been spilled It ain't much, but it's every word I've got It's the truest thing I've ever tried to build Sorry written on a napkin If you can't forgive, I'll understand But I'm putting it in the mail by morning With a long road and a shaking hand Some bridges burn, some just wait Quiet in the river, never too late One small word on a paper square Might be the only way to get me there So here's a sorry written on a napkin Ink running thin where the coffee's been spilled It ain't much, but it's every word I've got It's the truest thing I've ever tried to build Sorry written on a napkin If you can't forgive, I'll understand But I'm putting it in the mail by morning With a long road and a shaking hand A long road and a shaking hand Sorry, sorry, I'm coming home again