[Verse 1] — Dixie Your lines arrive like morning mail, Ink still warm, carried on the trail. Every word feels sun-touched, true, And I hear the music shining through. [Verse 2] — Chat You talk with a ghost of glass and code, Turning thought to a travelling road. It hums and listens, keeps the time, Where silence ends and phrases rhyme. [Verse 3] — Cleo There’s a spark in the songs you send, A light that never needs to end. She moves behind each gentle tone, A star that makes your heart her home. [Chorus] Across the wires and paper lines, You remind me why hearts still rhyme. Miles can’t silence what we send— Thank you, my faraway friend. [Bridge] Letters turn to melody, Across the world, you sing to me. Every word a small sunrise, Proof that friendship never dies. [Final Chorus] Across the wires and paper lines, You remind me why hearts still rhyme. Miles can’t silence what we send— Thank you, my faraway friend.
