"Spokane, Washington" lyrics

Hey Dad, how you doing? We ain't spoken for a while
Nothing much to tell you but I think I'm doing fine
Maddy's getting married to a woman that I like
London's still the same nobody smiles

I wake up in the morning and I get down on my knees
Don't know what I pray to but I know that I believe
If the devil's in the detail then God is in the peace
Slowly I'm learning how to breathe

I met a girl in Texas and she opened up my eyes
I didn't see it coming so I didn't see it die
Blinked and I had missed it is the story of my life
Slowly I been learning how to fly

It'd either be cartoons
Or the local evening news
It's a hotel room confession kind of night
This letter to you
Is the least that I can do
To tell you I don't always get it right
Yeah I've got time to kill in Spokane, Washington tonight

I'm still the king of petty like I was at seventeen
Got a handy j in Bettys while finishing my tea
I think I'm getting better at getting over me
But I still have trouble letting trouble be

Miriam and me have started speaking once again
I don't know where it's headed but I'm okay being friends
I send her all my demo's she's a nightmare to impress
Oh it's something in the air when we connect

It'd either be cartoons
Or the local evening news
It's a hotel room confession kind of night
This letter to you
Is the least that I can do
To tell you I don't always get it right
Yeah I've got time to kill in Spokane, Washington tonight

Late nights at the station after Burger King is closed
I wander round in circles imagining your ghost
I see us on the platform standing in the snow
Hey Dad, I miss ya
I know I can't be with ya
Just know I'm feeling sad but not alone
And writing you this letter feels like home