The note you never wrote, a Christmas card unsent
No regrets and no accusations
A fading photograph tucked in a paperback
From a shop that closed years ago
A passing motorcar rings out some yesterday's tune
And you are returned to me, you are returned to me
Address unknown
A faded old receipt from a favorite restaurant
For an audit not likely coming
And in my winter coats a ticket stub reveals
There's a sequel to the last film we saw
As passersby chatter I chance to hear your name
And you are returned to me, you are returned to me
Address unknown
And I recall a basement sublet nearby
That we took your junior year
Your father's disapproving checks came very month
Thank God
The you in Kodachrome, the way we used to be
All regrets and big disappointment
The lines beneath my eyes, the path beneath my feet
Cracking up like we did so well
A passing motorcar rings out some familiar tune
And you are returned to me, you are returned to me
Address unknown