Hey Dad, how you doing? We ain´t spoken for a while
Nothing much to tell you, but I think I´m doing fine
Maddy´s getting married to a woman that I like

London´s still the same, nobody smiles

I wake up in the morning and I get down on my knees
Don´t know what I pray to, but I know that I believe
If the devil´s in the detail, then God is in the peace
Slowly I´m learning how to breathe

I met a girl in Texas and she opened up my eyes
I didn´t see it coming, so I didn´t see it die
Blinked and I had missed it is the story of my life
Slowly I been learning how to fly

It´d either be cartoons or the local evening news
It´s a hotel room confession kind of night

This letter to you is the least that I can do
To tell you I don´t always get it right
Yeah I´ve got time to kill in Spokane, Washington tonight

I´m still the king of petty like I was at seventeen
Got a handy j in Bettys while finishing my tea
I think I´m getting better at getting over me
But I still have trouble letting trouble be

Miriam and me have started speaking once again
I don´t know where it´s headed, but I´m okay being friends
I send her all my demos, she´s a nightmare to impress
Oh it´s something in the air when we connect

It´d either be cartoons or the local evening news
It´s a hotel room confession kind of night
This letter to you is the least that I can do
To tell you I don´t always get it right
Yeah I´ve got time to kill in Spokane, Washington tonight

Late nights at the station after Burger King is closed
I wander round in circles imagining your ghost
I see us on the platform standing in the snow
Hey Dad, I miss ya
I know I can´t be with ya
Just know I´m feeling sad, but not alone
And writing you this letter feels like home