You left home for old L.A
Dyed your hair black
And you changed your name
There's a ghost of you in chains
From Halloween last year
In a pinewood picture frame

We sure do miss you an awful lot
I tried to write to you sooner
But I forgot
Have you found yourself out there
Do you ever miss us
Or your old hair

On the phone your voice it ached
Even when you laugh
It sounded fake
Oh the coast it gives and takes
Has it got you yet
Are you okay?

I sure have written an awful lot
My letters get so long
I'll try to stop
I guess sometimes life ain't fair
Just do your best love
You'll make it there