Cobblestones shine beneath my boots tonight
White paper drinks the cold winter rain
Lantern light cuts the alley's narrow width
Dark ink bleeds slow on paper washed and stained
Winter letter lies on frozen stone
Words wait for eyes that never come home
Salt and storm have marked each fragile line
Winter letter you are lost and mine
I was folded tight in a sailor's coat
Sealed with wax and a promise to return
Now the mortar drinks what the postman wrote
Cobblestones keep what the oceans burn
Winter letter lies on frozen stone
Words wait for eyes that never come home
Salt and storm have marked each fragile line
Winter letter you are lost and mine
I read the lines that the weather spared
Meet me where the lighthouse beam meets land
But the tower's dark the keeper's chair is bare
Only gulls dispute the written command
Winter letter lies on frozen stone
Words wait for eyes that never come home
Salt and storm have marked each fragile line
Winter letter you are lost and mine
My edges curl like waves on a reef
Address worn to a shade of blue
No boots will come to gather this grief
Winter letter waits faithful and true
Winter letter lies on frozen stone
Words wait for eyes that never come home
Salt and storm have marked each fragile line
Winter letter you are lost and mine
Winter letter you are lost and mine
On the stones you wait
