Paper Boy

Sitting with the lights out and TV on

Thinking of your blue eyes as I wrote this song

Not about the colour, but the way they shine

Wondering where they are and if they remember mine

As I said bye to you paper boy

Hope you write to me

Tell me of your hopes and dreams, places I won't see

Because I believe these postcard dreams aren't all we're meant to be

There's a space, a place in time, where weighted souls are free

Put our memories into pictures, and our pictures into frames