I don't keep much stuff around 
I value my portability 
but I will say that I have saved 
every letter you ever wrote to me 
the one you left on my windsheild 
outside of that little motel 
is in the pocket of my old gigbag 
from back when life was more soft shelled 
 
letters littered with little lewd pictures 
drawn by the ghost of Woddy Guthrie 
who would use your big thick hand 
just to draw one two for me 
 
and I think of your letters as love letters 
which is how I think of songs 
in that it is the writing of them 
that tend to carry us along 
and I dance to one of your old tunes 
with my true love on our wedding day 
and your voice sang the way my heart would sing 
if it finally knew just what to say 
 
two people pulled over on the same night 
to look up at the same stars 
they both found their wheels were spinning 
in a soft shoulder 
when they got back into their cars 
and they missed fate's appointed rendezvous 
and then a whole lotta time went by 
and finally they were done 
worshipping the landscape 
and they put down their hands 
and moved into the sky 
 
and they had barely said hello 
and it was time to say goodbye 
goodbye ............