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Johnny playing 'Your Letter' on a nylon string acoustic at Wish Willy's on Caye Caulker, Belize.

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Published on Feb 25, 2011

We were hanging around Wish Willy's restaurant, where we stayed in Caye Caulker, Belize, playing some music. This is an old old song of mine called 'Your Letter'.

Lyrics:

You were standing alone by the side of the road,
and the people in cars they don't know you one bit.
By the time the bus came and pulled you away,
just remembering you in that window, I'm sick,
because somehow I knew I might never see you again.

Two months had gone before I heard from you,
but I kept my vigil alone in my room.
"How is your new home? I wish we could phone,
I miss seeing you every day after school"
but I still had that feeling I was losing you.

You were everything I'm not
when you were eighteen,
and I, I wasn't quite yet.
And I wanted you more
than anything before, or since.

One rainy day the mailman he came
and delivered the last of your notes.
And the lump in my throat
as I hung on each word
nearly choked me to death
as I read it again to be sure.

You were everything I'm not
when you were eighteen,
and I, I wasn't quite yet.
And I wanted you more
than anything before, or since.

Each week I'd send another reply,
more desperate each time.
But sure as the summer
recedes in September,
the next week I'd see it stamped
"return to sender."

You were everything I'm not
when you were eighteen,
and I, I wasn't quite yet.
And I wanted you more
than anything before, or since.
And I wanted you more
than anything before, or since.
And I wanted you more
than anything before, or since.

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