Stray Paper

VERSE I I got a postcard with an old address A picture of Houston, in a beat-up mess Just to remind me that it all went wrong Just to beat me up, just to turn me on CHORUS Stray paper, stray paper, stray paper, burnin' in my hands VERSE II Cigarettes in the glove box, with the classified ads Ashes and silver, worn into your hands "I gotta see you", on a bar napkin Gas station quarters, I got to see you again CHORUS VERSE III Somewhere there's a letter, that I never sent It used to read pretty, now it's empty as That night in the headlights, with the blankets pressed Was it somethin' to you, baby? Was it always just . . . CHORUS (then repeat) Burnin' in my hands, burnin' in my hands