Damien Jurado - Letters and Drawings lyrics

Goodbye angel hands in your pockets Maybe tomorrow maybe you'll come back sometime She boards a Greyhound, a ticket to Jersey A grey-colored backpack full of all her belongings There's a kiss from the window, tells me she loves me And how she's sending letters and drawings But the letters never came So I waited by the phone to hear it ring Goodbye angel hands in your pockets Maybe tomorrow maybe you'll call me sometime Small time still city she one day calls me Tells me she's married, I took it badly Moments of silence, sounds of her laughing When are you sending letters and drawings But the letters never came So I waited by the phone to hear it ring Goodbye angel hear you're successfull Maybe tomorrow, well maybe you'll come back sometime Hands in your pockets here's where you left me Only with memories when we were just sixteen But the letters never came So I waited by the phone to hear it ring