I found a letter in an old book,
I just bought from a second-hand shop
It was pressed between two pages near the end,
And I read those secrets somebody never got

She wrote about love,
She wrote about cheating
She wrote about his wife, his kids:
An' she wrote about leavin'

I took the letter to an old man on Maple Street
His smile was bitter sweet
As he held the tide of memories in his hands,
He finally knew the reason he never saw her again

He read about love,
He read about cheating
He read about his wife, his kids:
An' he read about leavin'

As he folded the letter,
He talked about the mistakes he'd made in his younger days
Though he never meant to hurt her, she knew,
He'd do what he had to
So she moved away
And by the look in his eyes,
I knew that that love was still alive
Hidden between the lines of the letter

Oh, an' she wrote about love,
She wrote about cheating
She wrote about his wife, his kids:
An' she wrote about leavin'
In the letter