your laugh in the morning light,
like church bells tangled in summer night.
Your name on my lips was a whispered prayer,
now it's smoke in the wind, just hanging there.
Kendra Jean, do you still wear red?
Do you still dream in songs we said?
I’ve kept a note of yours in a jacket sleeve,
read it slow on nights I grieve.
I don’t want much...
just a voice, a sign,
a “hey, how’ve you been?” across the line.
So if you catch this through some breeze...
Kendra Jean, call me, please.
like church bells tangled in summer night.
Your name on my lips was a whispered prayer,
now it's smoke in the wind, just hanging there.
Kendra Jean, do you still wear red?
Do you still dream in songs we said?
I’ve kept a note of yours in a jacket sleeve,
read it slow on nights I grieve.
I don’t want much...
just a voice, a sign,
a “hey, how’ve you been?” across the line.
So if you catch this through some breeze...
Kendra Jean, call me, please.