Now here's a picture of me, writing you a love letter,
to make me feel better, 'cause i'm so far from home.
now, it seems like forever since the last time i saw you,
and i'd sure like to call you 'cause i feel so alone.
Now, it's another cold city but the same old hotel room.
they all look the same to me after a while.
a bed and a window over some dirty alley,
looking on to the streets meeting nobody's smile.
Now every telephone says, "hold the line",
like the preachers did when i was just a kid;
and it's strange how it still touches me after all this time.
they said, "keep your light shining brightly".
and i just can't take it lightly; i'm still trying to find it.
Now, every evening brings another show,
to empty faces screaming over too much beer.
and what they find to talk about i guess i'll never, ever know.
but i'm leaving tomorrow and i don't regret it.
just one more town and then i can forget …
It's a picture of me writing you a love letter,
to make me feel better 'cause i've been feeling low.
hey, it seems like forever since the last time i saw you,
but it won't be much longer, now, look out, honey,
you know i'm coming on home!