Old Fashioned Letters. - Jason Reeves

You still write me old fashioned letters

Put your perfume on the pages

With crossed out words that you took back like

'Do you really miss me?'

But in my own way I take you everywhere I go

And it feels like home

'Cause I can hear you say, «It's gonna be okay»

This waking life’s a dream

But it’s not right with me to have to hear your voice

Reaching through the wire

And it’s not fair to be 3000 miles away

From California

Days like this I feel the distance

I wanna run but I resist it

With cold reminders all around me

Of what I left behind

But it’s not right with me to have to hear your voice

Reaching through the wire

And it’s not fair to be 3000 miles away

From California

It doesn’t feel the same

Nothing feels the same without you

It’s not right with me to have to hear your voice

Reaching through the wire

And it’s not fair to be 3000 miles away

From California

But in my own way I take you everywhere I go

And it feels like home