The Scientist Writes a Letter

My Dear
Unless chance finds us face to face again
This is the last you'll hear from me
I spent this sunday, a long afternoon
Freezing at my friend's house by the sea
We men of science, you know
I've returned to my research in magnetic fields
It's funny how attractive indifference can be
My sence of failure, it's not so important
Electricity means so much more to me
We men of science, you know
It's snowing again, it seems its always snowing
I sit down to write, and its so cold
Outside my window there's a tree so white
I can hardly look at it
It's quiet here, I look thru my glass
At patterns all so well defined
Please send my winter coat soon as you can
I find I have no other lines
We men of science, you know
All the best, all the best for you