Sold my best shirt at the second hand. Called a friend from the road…said he understands. Sold most everything you left here with me; whatever I can’t carry, I’ll just leave. Had a dream about the end last night. Dreamt of that place where we said good-bye. Snow on a bridge in the cold moonlight – you asked which way I was headin’; and I told you, and you walked to the other side. But, how long did you stay warm with all of those letters of mine that you burned? And, tomorrow won’t be as cold as today. When the sun comes up, I’ll be gone – gone to Santa Fe. Strange now that you’re gone, I think I know you well. Oh, if I could meet you for the first time right now. I know all the things you always needed to hear. I guess Fate’s always just. She’s just not always fair. But, how long did you stay warm with all of those letters of mine that you burned? And, tomorrow won’t be as cold as today. When the sun comes up, I’ll be gone – gone to Santa Fe. The thing I can’t shake and I can’t stand…you were only an hour in the ages of my hands. Always thought we deserved some more time somehow. Now, the hour is as lonely as the days are long. And, I’m gone to Santa Fe.