Letters at Sunset

I walked past the old post office sign

Thought you'd have left this dust behind (hmmmm)

Years of dust on my heavy boots

Wondering if we lost our roots

But in the drawer of your bedside table

Every letter I wrote when I wasn't able

To hold your hand in the dark (ohhh)

And you still walk down to our old spark

I found you sitting by the old oak tree

Looking out where we used to be

You held the papers,

worn and thin

Our promise kept through the wind

We didn't speak a single word

The quietest thing you ever heard

Just shoulder to shoulder in the fading light

Watching the red sun

slip out of sight

Just watching the sunset

(ahhhh) Just you and me