Last month while thinking of love
I wrote her some words
And mailed them away
But the next day I found at my door
A letter from Spain she'd sent long before
And her note read:
I haven't heard from you in weeks
I must assume that you no longer care
Too bad, that's it, good-bye
It's just amazing how loving can fail
From letters that cross in the mail

A life, a love, a chance to win it all
Can pass you by in the fog unseen
You think you'll find your fate tomorrow night
And it finds somebody else in between

I sat with swords in my heart
And pen in my hand
I wrote I'm glad that we're through
Full of hate I mailed it
But then in a week a letter arrived
With love did it speak
And her note read:
I love the tender words you sent
It seems I've wrong you
Please forgive me
I'll return, my ship leaves soon
But God I know now that she'll never sail
Our letters were crossed in the mail