Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Marietta, artist - Upstate. Date of issue: 07.02.2019
Song language: English
Marietta |
| [Oh my god, you won’t believe what came in the mail |
| No |
| Yeah |
| Who sent it? |
| No, I don’t even have to say it |
| Don’t say it |
| Yeah |
| She’s gonna freak out |
| Wait, he said what? |
| Yeah |
| No |
| It’s fine |
| You got a letter |
| When did it come?] |
| I got your postcard from St. Louis |
| It was nice of you to send |
| I love the way you signed it |
| 'Dear old friend' (Dear old friend) |
| Hope you’re thinkin' of me fondly |
| When you make it to L. A |
| Remember how we joked about |
| Us living there someday? |
| (Ugh, he’s the worst) |
| Don’t you go and write me a letter from |
| Marietta, Georgia where you don’t sleep alone |
| I made peace with your travels |
| My composure unravels |
| Starin' at that postal code |
| I’m here and you’re gone |
| And I believe that’s for the better |
| And I’m content to be your pawn |
| With each sweet halfhearted gesture |
| But I don’t need to know the weather |
| Down in Marietta |
| Dear, I don’t need to know the weather |
| Down in Marietta |
| I expect a call from Eugene |
| With a case about the clouds |
| And an echo 'cross the country |
| When you shout my name out loud |
| And my, my, when you’re in Telluride |
| I’ll be waitin' on a snowy card |
| That mountain air, it can’t keep ya long |
| Well, you got my sincerest regards |
| Don’t you go and write me a letter from |
| Marietta, Georgia where you don’t sleep alone |
| I made peace with your travels |
| My composure unravels |
| Starin' at that postal code |
| I’m here and you’re gone |
| And I believe that’s for the better |
| And I’m content to be your pawn |
| With each sweet halfhearted gesture |
| But I don’t need to know |
| The weather down in Marietta |
| Dear, I don’t need to know the weather |
| Down in Marietta |
| And now I’m thinkin' you don’t like me |
| And that’s fine, I’m happy here (I'm so happy here) |
| I prefer New England seasons |
| And my vision’s getting clear |
| Forget me and my troubles |
| Don’t pretend you miss this face |
| This is the last time I’ll be writing |
| Please don’t talk about that place |
| Don’t you go and write me a letter from |
| Marietta, Georgia where you don’t sleep alone |
| I made peace with your travels |
| My composure unravels |
| Starin' at that postal code |
| I’m here and you’re gone |
| And I believe that’s for the better |
| And I’m content to be your pawn |
| With each sweet empty-hearted gesture |
| And I don’t care to know |
| The weather down in Marietta |
| Dear, I don’t care to know the weather |
| Down in Mar- |
| Down in Marietta |
| (Whoo-oo-hoo) |