Transatlantic Trauma 1966

歌詞

Clyde Hello there! Well everything's fine I got your letter, did you get mine? I'm pleased to hear you're working again Up at six and to bed at ten But oh, there's so many things I know That I just can't write Like how you feel in the night (Wish I could) The weather's bad, well that's nothing new I hear the heat's on, now is that true? I'm writing from Boston and Chad is uptight I broke two strings on stage last night But I don't really want to know about the London scene That sort of chat just leaves me flat I miss you so much, what more can I say In two or three pages? I hate it this way It's such an impossible strain Corny old phrases repeated again It's a game that we play Well I must go, I really must fly I'll send you some albums, at least I'll try If ev'rything's cool, I'll see you quite soon Maybe July or possibly June But though I want you here, I know That that might blow the dream You see, I'm scared to pay the fare Goodbye for now