Lyrics
Dearest old friend, I hope this finds you well
From what I can tell looks like spring's coming early here
I bought a guitar I think you'd find bizarre in that strange way we all used to think was so clever
Started a band, drew my line in the sand
Quit my day job you don't know I had in the first place
Do you still write a page every day?
Sing along with songs from Old Hollywood?
Dream of all your life might have been if you'd let yourself win?
PS Emma, where are you?