Old Fashioned Letters

You still write me old fashioned letters

Put your perfume on the pages

With crossed out words

That you took back like

Do you really miss me

In my own way

I take you everywhere I go

And it feels like home

'Cause I can hear you say

It's going to be okay

This waking life is a dream

But it's not right with me

To have to hear your voice

Reaching through the wire

But it's not fair to be

3000 miles away from California

Days like this I feel the distance

I want to run but I resist it

With cold reminders

All around me

Of what I've left behind

But it's not right with me

To have to hear your voice

Reaching through the wire

But it's not fair to be

3000 miles away from California

Oh

It doesn't feel the same

No, No

Nothing feels the same

Without you

But it's not right with me

To have to hear your voice

Reaching through the wire

But it's not fair to be

3000 miles away from California

In my own way

I take you everywhere I go

And it feels like home