Lyrics

I'll respond to you in letters Sorry so slow, sorry so few In a nutshell, I'm much better So far the complaints I hear are few So how have you been? Have you been to the races? Did you take my mother -- Is your sister in braces? I wish I could've been there to see you through Hey, are all those things you told me once still true? Do you remember that time It was cold in the park You were running a race, I was there on a lark Who would've thought that New York could be such a small town Margaret is tired Let's let her get some sleep Bored with these letters Let her count her sheep So goodbye love, goodbye love...