Heather
I could be better
But I'm feeling fine
Last time I saw Heather
I just didn't have the time
Salt shaker in her garden
With a pocket knife beside
Last time I saw Heather
The fruit it wasn't ripe
From time to time I'll ask about her
What was more important than our fate
From time to time I'll get an answer
Darling don't you know she's fled the state
Got a ticket to Virginia
In the pocket of my bag
When I get on that train man
I'm gonna wish I never had
I'm looking for my future
In a calendar of squares
But last time I saw Heather
She wasn't there
If the Ghost of God delivered her
On an angel with silver wings
If she could meet me at the station
Like something blazoned on a silver screen
I know that I would be happy
Now that the light of hindsight has shined
Aw, but last time I saw Heather
She wasn't on my mind
Her mem'ry often pays me a visit
Yeah, I wonder what she would say about that fact
She'd say
The truest promises are the ones that never come to pass
Writer/s: Spencer Hoffman, Mason Hoffman
