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I got a postcard with an old address

A picture of

Houston in a beat up mess

Just to remind me that it all went wrong

Just to beat me up, just to turn me on

Stray paper, stray paper, stray paper

Burnin' in my hands

Cigarettes in the glove box with the classified ads

Ashes and silver worn into your hands

I got to see you on a bar napkin

Gas station quarters,

I got to see you again

Stray paper, stray paper, stray paper

Burnin' in my hands

Somewhere there's a letter that

I never sent

It used to read pretty, now it's empty as

That night in the headlights with the blankets pressed

Was it something to you baby, was it always just

Stray paper, stray paper, stray paper

Burnin' in my hands

Stray paper, stray paper, stray paper

Burnin' in my hands

Burnin' in my hands

Burnin' in my hands