What’s Left of Mine

I hope I’m in your dreams the way you are in mine

Might be a lot to ask, but damn, it’d be nice

I’m packing my bags up, and I’m leaving tonight

Headed to some unknown land, please don’t cry

I’m writing this to you

In case things change

If all of the debt I’ve built

Can’t be repaid

I want to feel the wind through my hair while I ride

Bet it all and lose what’s left of mine

If there’s still time

If I make it back home to you in June

Will that house be built, will that crepe myrtle bloom?

There’s nowhere to writeback, so please, send me your prayers

After the used to be, I’ll hear them there

I’m writing this to you

In case things change

If all of the debt I’ve built

Can’t be repaid

I want to feel the wind through my hair while I ride

Bet it all and lose what’s left of mine

If there’s still time

I want to see the northern lights with my own eyes

Hear that weeping willow cry

I want to thumb my way down to Mexico,

Drink the sweetest Coca Cola, too.

That’s all I want to do If there’s still time

Lord, give me time

I hope I’m in your dreams the way you are in mine

Might be a lot to ask, but damn, it’d be nice