Letters & Drawings Lyrics - Damien Jurado

Goodbye angel hands in your pockets 

Maybe tomorrow maybe you'll come back sometime 

She boards a Greyhound, a ticket to Jersey 

A grey-colored backpack full of all her belongings 

There's a kiss from the window, tells me she loves me 

And how she's sending letters and drawings 

But the letters never came 

So I waited by the phone to hear it ring 

Goodbye angel hands in your pockets 

Maybe tomorrow maybe you'll call me sometime 

Small time still city she one day calls me 

Tells me she's married, I took it badly 

Moments of silence, sounds of her laughing 

When are you sending letters and drawings 

But the letters never came 

So I waited by the phone to hear it ring 

Goodbye angel hear you're successfull 

Maybe tomorrow, well maybe you'll come back sometime 

Hands in your pockets here's where you left me 

Only with memories when we were just sixteen 

But the letters never came 

So I waited by the phone to hear it ring