Letters in a box

I´ve been climbing the highest hill Called mountains where I live Dusty roads and a world of thrills That´s all I have to give She is working at "Vanity fair" A quiet life alone Keep her letters in a box full of dust No one seems to get away with it But love was getting us high Every morning we looked into it I´m really not surprised I´ve been crossing endless fields With golden morning sun Simple life is what country yields The best is yet to come New York embraces her new life She feels she´s getting home Keep my letters in a box full of dust Memories that keep on haunting me But lies won´t do us no good If we look at the realities I know it`s understood I´ve been watching the Tennesee sky Where 1000 stars are lit I´ve been watching the angels cry It´s sad we had to quit Bake off, coffee and shining cars It matters much to her Keep our letters in a box full of dust Oh oh oh Ou ou ou ou ou ou