Read my books and letters.
Pass away the time and toss another coin into the well.
Far from the city.
You're like a star, remote, a dream.
And you are bright.
When I come out to see the light,
I hope to find you basking in it.
Cause you are bright.
You are bright.
Not much to write from here.
But the morning glories make me miss you.
Far from the city.