Postcard

There's reasons for leaving
But god, I miss your hands
And we all live in moments
We'll never see again

There's giants on the horizon
But not the ones I know
And soon, with the winter
Comes a colder kind of snow

Oh, and just one more thing before I go
I don't think I can do this on my own

So now everywhere I'm going
The faces look the same
Like life's just one big railroad
And people, boxcar trains

So I'll keep it in a postcard
The things that make me think of you
And I'll always try to send them
Lord knows why I do

Oh, and just one more thing before I go
I don't think I can do this on my own