i don't keep much stuff around   i value my portability   but i will say that i have saved   every letter you ever wrote to me   the one you left on my windshield   outside of that little motel   is in the pocket of my old gig bag   from back when life was more soft shell      letters littered with little lewd pictures   drawn by the ghost of woody guthrie   who would use you big thick hand   just to draw one or two for me      i think of your letters as love letters   which is how i think of songs   in that it is the writing of them   that tends to carry us along   and i danced to one of your old tunes   with my true love on our wedding day   and you voice sang the way my heart would sing   if it finally knew just what to say      two people pulled over on the same night   to look up at the same stars   they both found their wheels were spinning   in a soft shoulder   when they both got back into their cars   and they missed fates appointed rendezvous   and then a whole lotta time wnet by   and then one day they were done   worshipping the landscape   and they just put down their hands   and moved into the sky      they had barely said hello and it was time to say goodbye