by Stefan Blixt
Watching the river winding through the flat acres as I'm flying
Thinking a thousand miles ahead of letter-sending Sue
Watching the moon reflecting in the puddles on streets I'm walking
Passing by her apartment
Letter-sending Sue
Thinking about a lovesong and the jealousy turns to longing
Closing my eyes and dreaming of letter-sending Sue
Walking away on my own when the party has lasted too long
Wanting to sell the story to letter-sending Sue