Thirty Years Late

I was sorting through a box of dusty things

Lost inside the memories that December brings Found an envelope postmarked eighty-nine

A faded photograph and a hand-drawn pine And a note that said

"meet me where the river bends"

From the girl who used to be my very best of friends

Oh, the envelope was hidden in the back

All the years we lost,

all the time we track

Yes, the card came thirty years late But there is still a

key inside the gate And the ink is clear as day To

wash the thirty years away

(wash them away) So I typed her name into the searching screen

Wondering if she was still the girl I'd seen

Turns out she's living just three towns over now

Underneath the winter frost on a maple bough I took a chance

and

drove through the falling white To see if that old ember could

ignite tonight

Oh, the envelope was hidden in the back All the years we

lost, all the time we track Yes,

the card came thirty years late But there is still a key

inside the gate And the ink is clear as day To wash

the thirty years away (ooh,

wash it away)

Thirty winters sleeping in a drawer

Now I'm standing right outside her front door

I ring the bell,

the door swings wide

And thirty years melt away inside (we made it,

yes we did)

Thirty years late But we opened up the gate Just a few

miles away (mhm,

we found a way)