blank pages

i owe you a phone call
that doesn’t seem so hard
but these feelings are not small
they’re tuggin pushin on my heart

but i miss you

i could write you a letter
spell it out piece by piece
cause it always always goes better
when you can’t talk back to me 

but i miss you

and the road keeps rolling by
pop songs and neon signs
and this story keeps aging
leaving nothing but blank pages

i miss you
i do

i could write some kind of friendly little love song
sing the words i fail to speak
glue some pictures on a small brown paper package
and address it to you
from me

written by kate peterson

kate: vocals, ukulele
sarah: vocals, mandolin
ian gorman: bass
susie giang: mandolin