I got a letter, it came in the mail today 
I saw by the stamp it was sent from a ocean away 
No need to open it up, I knew what it must say 
I’ll just go back to the dream I was having 
Before love went astray 

I’ll sit on my porch like William McKinley 
And I’ll let the world come to me 
And if it’s too busy I really won’t mind 
And there’s no place I want to be 

Now and again I will open a window 
And stare at the overcast sky 
And put you away in a drawer in my mind 
And I’ll just bid all of my troubles goodbye 

The country round here is deserted, there’s no one at all 
People come here for the summer and leave in the fall 
You followed after them, disappeared into the night 
Now all that remains is a footprint you made 
In the mud, frozen in white 

I’ll sit on my porch like William McKinley 
And I’ll let the world come to me 
And if it’s too busy I really won’t mind 
And there’s no place I want to be 

Now and again I will open the window 
And stare at the overcast sky 
And put you away in a drawer in my mind 
And I’ll just bid all of my troubles goodbye