Track 9 of the album Letters from the Road, Postmarked Home · 2023
Sunday Letter, Ink Still Wet
“A pen, a sheet of paper and an open window. I wrote the letter and then wrote the tune around it.”
bossa nova · bossa nova · romantic jazz · 3:18
Lyrics
Sunday afternoon, the window's open wide A pen, a sheet of paper, and the light outside I write your name up top And then I have to stop Some words take all the courage that I own So here's a letter, ink still wet The things I never said out loud, not yet I'll fold it twice and walk it down the lane Slip it through your door and wait for rain A handwritten hello Is a slow and gentle way to let you know The clock is slow, the tea is going cold I cross a line out, then I write it bold Dear one, I think of you When the afternoon turns blue And the whole street hums a song I almost know So here's a letter, ink still wet The things I never said out loud, not yet I'll fold it twice and walk it down the lane Slip it through your door and wait for rain A handwritten hello Is a slow and gentle way to let you know No need for clever lines Just the truth in my own hand Crooked, plain and kind Hope you understand Now the stamp is on, the box is on the corner Sunday light is gold and I'm no longer a stranger To the feeling in my chest I have said it, and the rest Is up to you and the evening glow So here's a letter, ink still wet The things I never said out loud, not yet I'll fold it twice and walk it down the lane Slip it through your door and wait for rain A handwritten hello Is a slow and gentle way to let you know