Dear friend
Have you read the thoughts I've sent
Airmail to your hands in Ireland
Well there's been something I could not write
Between words between the lines
This city ain't kind
Write back this time
Dear friend I've never been so scared of winter
But these winds are tides that pull where I can't swim
'Cause I realize that I can't quite
Recognize the sky tonight
Oh this city ain't kind
Write back this time
Dear love I'd sing you a hundred songs
But these months can barely pick up my guitar
And all I can write are letters to you
And slips to the hungry say: I O U
Oh this city ain't kind
Write back this time
Here sidewalks are not meant for all
I've see who's pushed into the cars
I never want to write it though
'Cause what kind of love letters are those
Dear friend just to survive
It drives you blind here
My end is the day I see the dying
So write me words that mean it's time
Meet me here and ease my eyes
Oh sweet sight
Oh please just send me light
Write back this time
Write back this time