Post office. Cortez, Nevada.
With a letter in my hand
"Can't say the next i'll be home"
Writing you how long it's been
Hands black and dirt clothes
And i'm calloused everywhere
I've swung an axe every way
Make me mine all day
Not enough words to answer
"How have you been?"
Days can be long and painful
Working for rent
Somewhere to be, my hole
I need a constant
I've mulled it over in every way
Make me mine all day
Say the tracks I lay circle
Tunnel through rock and a reserved past
The only thing that lasts
Nostalgia peaks over every phrase
It decays and digs and mines all day
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