Verse 1

Dear darlin', I'm writing from a town I can't name

A motel room humming beside a freight train

My hat's on the chair, your photograph's near

And Oklahoma feels farther each mile from here

Verse 2

I saw a red barn leaning into the wheat

Heard a porch swing creak in the evening heat

For half a heartbeat, I was back by our door

With your blue dress turning across the kitchen floor

Chorus

I'm riding west with your letter in my coat

Your name on my lips and a promise in my throat

When the first leaves copper the fence by our gate

I'll come home, sweetheart, before it gets late

By autumn, I'll be there, you can count on me

Back where your hands and my tired heart agree