She’s living in a place she doesn't like
Working for somebody she can't stand
She’s still wearing last years clothes
But this was not her plan
She takes the bus to work or bums a ride
Can’t afford that fuel pump for her car
She’s losing faith inside
But she has come too far
She’s come too far
Chorus:
(And) all her Christmas times are merry
On her dime store stationery
She tells the folks back home
How great life's working out
She paints a sunny picture
So they won't have a doubt
But real life's nothing to write home about
She doesn't want to make her mama cry
Doesn’t want her dad to come and get her
They want to visit, but she says wait
In each and every letter
And she made the bed that she lies upon
But she remembers when
Hope was on her horizon
Now she can't go home again
Can’t go home again
(C)
(C)
No real life’s nothing to write home about
Hi David, this is Lori! Contact me when you get this. Im still writing and would love to catch up