Bangles

Writing the lines as they come to me
Scratching them out almost immediatelly
Don't know what it's done to me
Well, it's cold, it's wet
and it's been raining all night
and there's a letter I've been trying to write
Something better waiting somewhere for me
One of them is sitting on the wrong coast
One awaits an answer by return post, waiting
Try to remember how long it's been
When there was more
to us than paper and pen
Think how easy it is to conceal