Sitting on the northern headed train through the snow
When for the briefest life moments things feel like an old Joni Mitchell song
A nostalgic flutter that always gets so sad
Lord knows I thank them for you, I do
And when I ask if you’ve eaten I mean I love you
have no idea who I’m writing this to but should I really gut out everything in me
I’ve never loved anyone more than that nameless faceless figure in my head
I’ll put you out of the darkness, find the matter to my thoughts  
With all my love letters getting lost in the mail
I thought I’d have it all