Traveling Theory

i can still remeber the picture on the postcard that you sent me of green fields and silos, and I used to pretend that I could see you, like you were watching me. And every move I made. Every step I took. Every train I rode. Every time I looked for you, but could never find you so I put you on my wall, and spent the days waiting for you there. Is it cold out where you live? Is it so far, where you live? If this silence breaks and I let go, put my ear up to hear if you've finally come to save me. If i've been wrong to care so much then what am I to do now. I put you on my wall and looked for you there every night to see if you were waiting to wave.