Soft Shoulder

i don't keep much stuff around
 i value my portability
 but i will say that i have saved
 every letter you ever wrote to me
 the one you left on my windshield
 outside of that little motel
 is in the pocket of my old gig bag
 from back when life was more soft shell
 letters littered with little lewd pictures
 drawn by the ghost of woody guthrie
 who would use you big thick hand
 just to draw one or two for me
 i think of your letters as love letters
 which is how i think of songs
 in that it is the writing of them
 that tends to carry us along
 and i danced to one of your old tunes
 with my true love on our wedding day
 and you voice sang the way my heart would sing
 if it finally knew just what to say
 two people pulled over on the same night
 to look up at the same stars
 they both found their wheels were spinning
 in a soft shoulder
 when they both got back into their cars
 and they missed fates appointed rendezvous
 and then a whole lotta time wnet by
 and then one day they were done
 worshipping the landscape
 and they just put down their hands
 and moved into the sky
 they had barely said hello and it was time to say goodbye