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