Promises, Promises

The midsummer heat gets the newspapers talking, as diligent crowds fill the
roads
And as the people decamp to the beaches then I’ll share the city with you
If only I could share the city just with you
A handwritten note is a scant consolation, but I’ll take whatever love’s left
With pen strokes that slant from the left to the right like a drunk cyclist
Meandering home on a cold Christmas Eve
And I know, I know
This faded note that I hold in my hand
An invitation to run
It’s a chain reaction to run
To the tempting lines in disposable ink
A dozen casual promises, I’m falling back in
I’m always the first to get burnt by the summer or blinded by someone I trust
I pray on my knees for the sweetest release of the cold autumn months
If only I could share those autumn months with you
I never could count the cards but I sure learned to read your brown eyes
You never learned Russian Whist but you sure learned to spin out a yarn
As far and as wide as the national grid
And promises, promises fall from your lips overwhelmingly
Promises, promises fall from the page like a mountain spring
Distilled and repackaged as something unique
And I know, I know
This single page that I hold in my hand
An invitation to run
It’s a chain reaction to run
To the tempting lines in disposable ink
A dozen casual promises, I’m falling in
So, keep the unblinking eyes, it’s okay, I buy it
Keep up the paperwork, I just want to read it
Keep up the party line, I’ll might not believe it
But just want to hear it, I just want hear it out loud
And I know, I know
This steady hand that I hold in my hand
An invitation to run
It’s a chain reaction to run
To the tempting lines in throwaway speech
A dozen casual promises
Well, back in the day when your letters arrived I’d be lovesick I guess
The Ts, Ls and Js would all slant the same way but now something has changed
The handwriting tells always give us away