Days awake have changed my face
When I see the ring I will let go
I had you first but he has you last
Now I’ll spend my days sleepwalking the past
 
Now I’m on my own.  Oh no.
Well it’s over and it shows.
My friend, I’m a dead letter coming to the end.
 
Your room, the fan, your hair, your hands.
Your smell your voice my clothes on the floor.
Blue eyed graduate, passionate.
In love but restless and insecure.
 
Now I’m on my own.  Oh no.
Well it’s over and it shows.
My friend, I’m a dead letter coming to the end.
 
You’re going to call me soon.
You’re going to call me soon.
You’re going to call me soon to tell me the news.

Now I’m on my own.  Oh no.
Well it’s over and it shows.
My friend, I’m a dead letter coming to the end.
 
It could be me who wears your ring
I believe that because I am vain.
Days awake have changed my face
But I’d still leave Philadelphia again.
 
Now I’m on my own.  Oh no.
Well it’s over and it shows.
My friend, I’m a dead letter coming to the end.

Now I’m on my own.  Oh no.
Well it’s daybreak and I'm alone
With my pen, writing dead letters coming to the end.