from Keep An Eye

I wrote you an old love letter
On a postcard with pigeons in chains
And I ran it by you for an hour or two
Before pouring it out with the rain

I explained how it was I could leave you
And how it was I could never complain
I signed it with loss and the usual discourse
As always, forever, I claimed

I sent it by mail in the morning
And I watched it drive off in a truck
You read it of course all except the last part
Which I assume you threw into a fuss

You called me the next morning after
You called for the very last time
I dialed you right back, love, but your end was dead
And there was nothing but ghosts on the line

But had you asked where it was I was going
I’d have told you nowhere you can find
And had you asked who it was I was seeing
I’d have told you the opposite sign

So I set off to trail on a Sunday
I drove through divisions and dust
Oh I’ll try to write home but I’m lazy
And I only receive when I must

But take heed of these borrowed confections
No I ain’t trying to cause you bad luck
I’m sorry I missed your connection
But sometimes I just don’t give a fuck

But had you asked where it was I was going
I’d have told you nowhere you can find
And had you asked who it was I was seeing
I’d have told you the opposite sign