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" But I gotta buy us a new set of dishes
or wash the ones that are piled in the sink. Nothing else to tell you dear
except each day seems like a year
Every night I'm dreaming of you
P. S. I love you.
