歌手:
Bob Dylan
专辑:
《Triplicate》 作词 : Johnny Mercer
作曲 : Gordon Jenkins
What is there to write
What is there to say
The same things happen everyday
Not a thing to write
Not a thing to say
So I take my pen in hand and start the same old way
Dear
I thought I'd drop a line
The weather's cool
The folks are fine
I'm in bed each night at nine
P.S. I love you
Yesterday we had some rain
But all in all
I can't complain
Was it dusty on the train
P.S. I love you
Write to the browns just as soon as you're able
They came around to call
And I burned a hole in the dining room table
And let me see
I guess that's all
Nothing else for me to say
And so I'll close but by the way
Everybody's thinking of you
P.S. I love you
I do my best to obey all your wishes
I put a sign up think
But I gotta buy us a new set of dishes
Or wash the ones that are piled in the sink
Nothing else to tell you dear
Except each day seems like a year
Every night I'm dreaming of you
P.S. I love you