I´ve been climbing the highest hill
Called mountains where I live
Dusty roads and a world of thrills
That´s all I have to give
She is working at "Vanity fair"
A quiet life alone
Keep her letters in a box full of dust
No one seems to get away with it
But love was getting us high
Every morning we looked into it
I´m really not surprised
I´ve been crossing endless fields
With golden morning sun
Simple life is what country yields
The best is yet to come
New York embraces her new life
She feels she´s getting home
Keep my letters in a box full of dust
Memories that keep on haunting me
But lies won´t do us no good
If we look at the realities
I know it`s understood
I´ve been watching the Tennesee sky
Where 1000 stars are lit
I´ve been watching the angels cry
It´s sad we had to quit
Bake off, coffee and shining cars
It matters much to her
Keep our letters in a box full of dust
Oh oh oh
Ou ou ou ou ou ou