Badfinger Bridge

The note you never wrote
 a Christmas card unsent
 No regrets and no accusations
 A fading photograph
 tucked in a paperback
 From a shop
 that closed years ago
 A passing motorcar
 rings out some yesterday's tune
 And you are returned to me,
 you are returned to me
 Address unknown
 A faded old receipt
 from our favorite restaurant
 For an audit
 not likely coming
 And in my winter coat
 a ticket stub reveals
 There's a sequel to the last film we saw
 As passersby chatter
 I chance to hear your name
 And you are returned to me,
 you are returned to me
 Address unknown
 And I recall
 a basement sublet nearby
 That we took your junior year
 Your father's disapproving checks
 came every month
 Thank God
 The you in Kodachrome,
 the way we used to be
 All regrets and big disappointments
 The lines beneath my eyes,
 the path beneath my feet
 Cracking up
 like we did so well
 A passing motorcar
 rings out some familiar tune...
 And you are returned to me,
 you are returned to me
 And you are returned to me,
 you are returned to me, oh darling
 And you are returned to me,
 you are returned to me, yeah
 And you are returned to me,
 you are returned to me
 And you are returned to me,
 you are returned to me, darling
 And you are returned to me,
 you are returned to me
 And you are returned to me,
 you are returned to me, darling
 And you are returned to me,
 you are returned to me