Learn To Write

What’s a girl to do these days
When a good man goes far away?
And he rolls that train of little kisses
Leaves her waving in the distance
She’s the one that lived alone with a loaded gun
And a bag of bones
But now he’s got her, so unarmed
She’s still waving
And he’s gone

Oh, oh, oh,
You should learn to write
Oh, oh, oh,
You should learn to write

My Grandpa he went to war
And wrote a letter in North Africa that said:
‘Here’s a rose pressed flat inside, won’t you hold it my sweet bride?
I still don’t know how you’re my wife
But I think of you, I think it saves my life.’

Oh, oh, oh,
You should learn to write
Most good things are slow
You should learn to write

So mothers’ teach your sons to communicate
How can a boy with such perfect lips
Underestimate the perfect kiss
In a message that is just from his
Pen
Oh, when will you write?

Oh, oh, oh,
You should learn to write
Most good things are slow
You should learn to write

Oh, oh, oh,
You should learn to write
Most good things are slow
I wish that you would write