Track 9 of the album Smooth Road, Long Shadow · 2019
Postcards to the Wrong Address
“I found your old address folded in a glovebox map. I never mailed it, but the song got there.”
folk rock · wistful anthem · warm americana · 3:44
Lyrics
Found your old address in a glovebox map Folded in the corner where we used to scrap Five years of silence, not a single fight Just two busy people losing the light I wrote you a postcard from a gas station stand Held it for a mile with a pen in my hand So here's to the friend I let slip away Postcards to the wrong address today If you're out there singing, if you hear this song Come on, come on, it's not too late, it's not too long Here's to the friend I let slip away Sing it like we used to, sing it like we're staying Nobody left behind You taught me three chords on a tailgate night Borrowed my jacket, never gave it back, all right I still wear the silence like a coat too thin Wondering if you'd open the door and let me in I wrote you a postcard from a diner in the rain Wrote your name twice and I wrote it again So here's to the friend I let slip away Postcards to the wrong address today If you're out there singing, if you hear this song Come on, come on, it's not too late, it's not too long Here's to the friend I let slip away Sing it like we used to, sing it like we're staying Nobody left behind Maybe you moved, maybe you changed your name Maybe you think of me, and it's just the same I'll drop it in the box, let the mail truck run Some roads take years, but they get us there, son So here's to the friend I let slip away Postcards to the wrong address today If you're out there singing, if you hear this song Come on, come on, it's not too late, it's not too long Here's to the friend I let slip away Sing it like we used to, sing it like we're staying Nobody left behind Nobody left behind Nobody left behind