This song (the tune) was written by Danny Rash, arranged by Ted Lombard (my music teacher) and I wrote the lyrics. I have memories of walking, hot summer day, down to the Curlew Store, hoping there would be a letter waiting for me, as I was 14 and had a boyfriend in another state. I lived and died for those letters. That’s what this song is about. About being a kid. Experiencing a small town, experiencing something hoped for, and being let down. A sweet memory of a tentative time.
Down to the store
On a hot dusty day
Past the long wooden bench
For waiting
It is cooler inside
Down the tall walls of goods
To the back of the store
The wall for mail
Turn the dial to the right
Stop at 7, and then
Spin it round to the left
And I peer in
The letter I hoped would be there
Had not made its way
For waiting
The letter I hoped would be there
Had not made its way
On this hot dusty day
Past the long wooden bench
For waiting
I’m waiting…..
By Danny Rash
Arranged by Ted Lombard
Lyrics Lisa Boyl-Davis
...because healing spreads 
Ah my family came through on a hot dusty day after picking apricots over the border and we stopped to see you guys and you were doing your studies–cute Amelia Ponder with your kind eyes, soft voice and sweet smile! That boy didn’t know what he was missing! ❤
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Oh I didn’t remember that memory! I know our paths crossed so many happy times:)
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