Letters From Home

Simple plan, grab the money
And run for your life while you're still ahead
But you blew it, memory passed you
Waiting to catch you as soon as you stopped for breath
So there you stand you're such a lucky man
Everyone says so but you can't understand why
You got the upper hand, makes you wonder
What you sold to get by

Ooh it's just a letter from home
Telling you things that are changing

Tuesday night stalled at a red light
Images linger frayed and torn
Like the photographs you kept in your wallet
Sons and lovers reading letters from homе
You read but you don't understand