(Intro, spoken:)
[Oh my god, you won't believe what came in the mail
No
Yeah
Who sent it?
No, I don't even have to say it
Don't say it
Yeah
She's gonna freak out
Wait, he said what?
Yeah
No
It's fine
You got a letter
When did it come?]

[Verse 1]
I got your postcard from St. Louis
It was nice of you to send
I love the way you signed it
'Dear old friend' (Dear old friend)
Hope you're thinkin' of me fondly
When you make it to L.A
Remember how we joked about
Us living there someday?
(Ugh, he's the worst)
[Chorus]
Don't you go and write me a letter
From Marietta, Georgia, where you don't sleep alone
I made peace with your travels
My composure unravels
Starin' at that postal code
I'm here and you're gone
And I believe that's for the better
And I'm content to be your pawn
With each sweet, halfhearted gesture
But I don't need to know the weather
Down in Marietta
Dear, I don't need to know the weather
Down in Marietta

[Verse 2]
I expect a call from Eugene
With a case about the clouds
And an echo 'cross the country
When you shout my name out loud
And my, my, when you’re in Telluride
I’ll be waitin’ on a snowy card
That mountain air, it can't keep ya long
Well, you got my sincerest regards

[Chorus]
Don't you go and write me a letter
From Marietta, Georgia, where you don't sleep alone
I made peace with your travels
My composure unravels
Starin' at that postal code
I'm here and you're gone
And I believe that's for the better
And I'm content to be your pawn
With each sweet, halfhearted gesture
But I don't need to know
The weather down in Marietta
Dear, I don't need to know the weather
Down in Marietta
[Bridge]
And now I’m thinkin’ you don’t like me
And that’s fine, I’m happy here (I'm so happy here)
I prefer New England seasons
And my vision's getting clear (I got glasses)
Forget me and my troubles
Don’t pretend you miss this face
This is the last time I’ll be writing
Please don’t talk about that place

[Chorus]
Don't you go and write me a letter
From Marietta, Georgia, where you don't sleep alone
I made peace with your travels
My composure unravels
Starin' at that postal code
I'm here and you're gone
And I believe that's for the better
And I'm content to be your pawn
With each sweet, empty-hearted gesture
And I don't care to know
The weather down in Marietta
Dear, I don't care to know the weather
Down in Mar–
Down in Marietta
(Whoo-oo-hoo)
(A-ow)