Letter From New York

I write you on this cold winter night
I've got something to say
I moved out toward the big city lights
To chase these Texas blues away
New York can feel so hopeless, you said
When you wake up alone
Your perfume still lingers in my bed
While your pillow grows cold

I think that I saw you in a dream
In a dress made of silver and gold
I wake up in this cold, empty room
That we once called our home

Memories penetrate paper-thin walls
While I beg them to say
Drowned out by the sounds of passing cars
Oh, they never remain
I wonder if I still cross your mind
As you travel your road
I thought I'd be a part of your life
But I was just a footnote

I think I saw you in a dream
Your arms wrapped around me like soft chains
I can't seem to escape memories
But they're all that remain

Lonely sunrise over nothing new
Slowly climbs 'cross the sky
Radiates softly purple and blues
That I can't seem to find
It's been a while since I've seen your smile
So I write you this letter
Could never be what you wanted from me
I hope you've found someone better...