Conversation With A Ghost

I'll respond to you in letters

Sorry so slow, sorry so few

In a nutshell, I'm much better

So far the complaints I hear are few

So how have you been? Have you been to the races? Did you take my mother --

Is your sister in braces? I wish I could've been there to see you through

Hey, are all those things you told me once still true?

Do you remember that time

It was cold in the park

You were running a race, I was there on a lark

Who would've thought that New York could be such a small town

Margaret is tired,

let's let her get some sleep

Bored with these letters,

let her count her sheep

So goodbye love, goodbye love...