Takes
Lyrics
[verse]
I wrote a letter to my baby,
Sent it off with all my heart,
Told her I was sorry, maybe,
Asked her for a brand new start.
But the mailman brought it back here
With a stamp that sealed my fate,
No forwarding address, no answer,
Just a closed and silent gate.
[chorus]
Return to sender, gone without a trace,
Every letter finds an empty space,
Return to sender, over and over,
Seems my baby don't want to be found,
Return to sender, marked all around.
[verse]
So I called her up on Sunday,
Let it ring a dozen times,
Wrote another note on Monday,
Filled it up with all my rhymes.
But it came back Tuesday morning,
Stamped in red and stamped in blue,
Guess a heart can send a warning
Louder than words ever knew.
[chorus]
Return to sender, gone without a trace,
Every letter finds an empty space,
Return to sender, over and over,
Seems my baby don't want to be found,
Return to sender, marked all around.
[bridge]
Maybe I should take the hint here,
Maybe silence is her voice,
Maybe love that keeps on bouncing back
Was never really my choice.
[chorus]
Return to sender, gone without a trace,
Every letter finds an empty space,
Return to sender, over and over,
Seems my baby don't want to be found,
Return to sender, marked all around.
Model notes (creation log)
## Metadata
**Caption:** pop rock, latin-tinged, horns, 1962, upbeat, 130 bpm, male vocal
**BPM:** 70
**Duration:** 170.0s
**Key:** G major
**Time Signature:** 4

## Lyrics
[verse]
I wrote a letter to my baby,
Sent it off with all my heart,
Told her I was sorry, maybe,
Asked her for a brand new start.
But the mailman brought it back here
With a stamp that sealed my fate,
No forwarding address, no answer,
Just a closed and silent gate.

[chorus]
Return to sender, gone without a trace,
Every letter finds an empty space,
Return to sender, over and over,
Seems my baby don't want to be found,
Return to sender, marked all around.

[verse]
So I called her up on Sunday,
Let it ring a dozen times,
Wrote another note on Monday,
Filled it up with all my rhymes.
But it came back Tuesday morning,
Stamped in red and stamped in blue,
Guess a heart can send a warning
Louder than words ever knew.

[chorus]
Return to sender, gone without a trace,
Every letter finds an empty space,
Return to sender, over and over,
Seems my baby don't want to be found,
Return to sender, marked all around.

[bridge]
Maybe I should take the hint here,
Maybe silence is her voice,
Maybe love that keeps on bouncing back
Was never really my choice.

[chorus]
Return to sender, gone without a trace,
Every letter finds an empty space,
Return to sender, over and over,
Seems my baby don't want to be found,
Return to sender, marked all around.