Letter Song

I hope your adventures are still misconceived And how are you? Don't say fine I enclose to you a little cheque For your gambling debts And your secret lives I don't know how you'd write to me But you could try Send it in the morning with a lick of light Fire it into the dead of night Oh, you might not recognise me When I get back Are you still coming last or first? Stay out of the middle And roll your dice Nothing is the end of the world Except the end of the world So hold your light Oh, this postcard may beat me home May beat me home, I know Have you tried Montaigne on friendship? Maybe give it a go Did England win the world cup? We don't get mail or papers here But that doesn't mean that I'm giving up And if you write to me then it might appear I don't know how you'd get to me But you could try Send it with the calling of the evening light And fire it into a summer's night Oh, you might not recognize me When I get back Oh, you might not recognize me Oh, you might not recognize me when I get back Oh, you might not recognize me Oh, you might not recognize me when I get back What's your latest obsession? And tell me, how is your mum? What will your face look like When I see you again, my son? --- Letter Song - Tom Rosenthal