Box Full Of Letters

I've got a box full of letters, think you might like to read.

Some things that you might like to see, but they're all addressed to me.

I wish I had a lot of answers, 'cause that's the way it should be.

All these questions been directed at me.

I just can't find the time to write my mind the way I want it to read

When you come back again

And I'll still be your friend. I got a lot of your records

in a separate stack

Some things that I might like to hear but I I guess I give them back

I wish I had a lot of answers, 'cause that's the way it should be.

For all these questions, being directed at me,

I just can't find the time to write my mind the way I want it to read.

But you come back again, and I'll still be your friend.

Just can't find the time to write my mind the way I want it to read.

Just can't find the time to write my mind the way I want it to read.