Conversation With a Ghost

I'll respond to you in letters

Sorry so slow, sorry so few

In a nutshell, I'm much better

So far the complaints I hear are fewSo how have you been? have you been to the races? did you take my mother --

Is your sister in braces? I wish I could've been there to see you through

Hey, are all those things you told me once still true?Do you remember that time

It was cold in the park

You were running a race, I was there on a lark

Who would've thought that new york could be such a small townMargaret is tired,

Let's let her get some sleep

Bored with these letters,

Let her count her sheep

So goodbye love, goodbye love...