I don't keep much stuff around
  I value my portability
  but I will say that I have saved
  every letter you ever wrote to me
  the one you left on my windsheild
  outside of that little motel
  is in the pocket of my old gigbag
  from back when life was more soft shelled
    letters littered with little lewd pictures
  drawn by the ghost of Woddy Guthrie
  who would use your big thick hand
  just to draw one two for me
    and I think of your letters as love letters
  which is how I think of songs
  in that it is the writing of them
  that tend to carry us along
  and I dance to one of your old tunes
  with my true love on our wedding day
  and your voice sang the way my heart would sing
  if it finally knew just what to say
    two people pulled over on the same night
  to look up at the same stars
  they both found their wheels were spinning
  in a soft shoulder
  when they got back into their cars
  and they missed fate's appointed rendezvous
  and then a whole lotta time went by
  and finally they were done
  worshipping the landscape
  and they put down their hands
  and moved into the sky
    and they had barely said hello
  and it was time to say goodbye
  goodbye ............