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