Hey Danny Boy, I was thinking of our crew.
But think just makes me sad, and that's why I write to you.
How do you do?
There's been years between us.
Didn't we have big ideas when our school was done?
We'd leave our smaller minds and move out to Oregon.
But I was the only one who went the road less taken.
I met a girl and I swept her off her feet.
Made her promises I never meant to keep.
There's a mean streak in me.
Inside a storm was raging.
She had a form like no other girl in town.
We had a baby boy, but I couldn't stick around.
I couldn't be tied down, that's just the way I was thinking.
Those days are gone and my heart is aching.
Thought I deserved so much more than work could pay.
I drove containers to BC from Monterrey.
It was a long way on pins and needles.
She wrote me letters, but I never opened one.
She met some other man and gave his name to my son.
I guess the damage is done, and there's no way I can fake it.
Those days are gone, and my heart is breaking.
Always thought my heart to be a dark horse, laying low 'til race day came along.
Lately my heart's feeling like a dart board, and that's not something I had planned at all.
Danny, there's no limit to the steps I could retrace.
But I got a job cooking eggs at my friend's place.
It's no disgrace, to make an honest living.
And if it makes you blue, I hope I did not dwell.
And if this gets to you, I hope it finds you well.
There's not much else.
Out here it's been raining.
Those days are here, and my heart is waiting.