Goodbye angelHands in your pocketsMaybe tomorrowMaybe you’ll come back sometimeShe boards a GreyhoundWith a ticket to JerseyA gray colored backpackFull of all her belongingsA kiss from the windowTells me she loves meAnd how she’s sendingLetters and drawingsBut the letters never cameSo I waited by the phoneTo hear it ringWaited by the phoneTo hear it ringWaited by the phoneTo hear it ringGoodbye angelHands in your pocketsMaybe tomorrowMaybe you’ll call me sometimeSmall towns to citiesShe one day calls meTells me that she’s marriedI took it badlyMoments of silenceSounds of her laughing »When are you sendingLetters and drawings? »But the letters never cameSo I waited by the phoneTo hear it ringWaited by the phoneTo hear it ringWaited by the phoneTo hear it ringGoodbye angelHear you’re successfulMaybe tomorrowMaybe you’ll come back sometimeHands in your pocketsHere’s where you left meOnly with memoriesWhen we were just 16But the letters never cameSo I waited by the phoneTo hear it ringWaited by the phoneTo hear it ringWaited by the phoneTo hear it ringWaited by the phoneTo hear it ring