At The Mailbox
He stood by the road
Waiting for the truck to come
Bringing news of someone long lost
The glow of the cigarette
Hanging limply on his lip
Shone alone in the fading light of day
The lines on his face
Etched deep by the years
Told the stories of his love
A faint rumble around the bend
He turned slowly to face his future
Just a motorcycle, growling through the night
At long last he gave up hope for tonight
Trekked back to his house
Maybe word will come tomorrow
Waiting for the truck to come
Bringing news of someone long lost
The glow of the cigarette
Hanging limply on his lip
Shone alone in the fading light of day
The lines on his face
Etched deep by the years
Told the stories of his love
A faint rumble around the bend
He turned slowly to face his future
Just a motorcycle, growling through the night
At long last he gave up hope for tonight
Trekked back to his house
Maybe word will come tomorrow