Letters From Alabama

I think I may well waste my life
I think I may well waste my time
I hope you forget my voice
I hope you've been doing fine

I still don't know how to write back to those letters that came in the mail
They're yellowed now and on my shelf, your handwriting was messy as hell
You had so much to say and so much page and I know that you meant well but I

Think I may well waste my life
I think I may well waste my time
I hope you forget my voice
I hope you've been doing fine

Last time I saw you, I figured it'd be just that
I have a nasty tendency to run my car out of gas
And I know I just missed the marker
It's way too late to turn around now and I'm

Tired of walking down this road the
Potholes make my ankles roll
I hope that you stay busy
While my heads up in the clouds

Oh it's not the years honey it's the mileage
Let's end a twenty year destructive streak I just can't want this

It's not the years, it's the mileage
Let's end a twenty year destructive streak I just can't want this



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Writer(s): James Ouzts
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