what is there to write? what is there to say?
same things happen everyday
not a thing to write
not a thing to say
so i take my pen in hand and start the same old way. dear
i thought i'd drop a line
the weather's cool
the folks are fine
i'm in bed each night at nine
p. s. i love you. yesterday we had some rain
but all in all
i can't complain
was it dusty on the train
p. s. i love you. write to the browns just as soon as you're able
they came around to call
and i burned a hole in the dining room table
and let me see
i guess that's all. nothing else for me to say
and so i'll close but by the way
everybody's thinking of you
p. s. i love you. i do my best to obey all your wishes
i put a sign up think"