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 Wish I had a lotta 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 You'll 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 guess I'll give 'em back I wish I had a lotta answers, 'Cause that's the way it should be All these questions Being directed at me Just can't find the time To write my mind The way I want it to read You'll come back again, And I'll still be your friend I 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