Lyrics

(Verse 1)
There’s a gravel road the world forgot,
Where the postman don’t come much.
That old red flag’s a little bent,
From letters life forgot to touch.
The paint is chipped, the name’s worn thin,
But I still check it now and then.
(Chorus)
Got a mailbox full of memories,
Letters time delivered to me.
Every card and faded line
Brings your voice back in my mind.
You can’t send love through a stamp or key,
But I’ve got a mailbox full of memories.
(Verse 2)
Ain’t no bills or shiny ads,
Just handwritin’ that I know.
From birthdays back in ’83,
To Christmas cards with mistletoe.
Your words still smell like sweet perfume,
They fill this empty living room.
(Chorus)
Got a mailbox full of memories,
Letters time delivered to me.
Every card and faded line
Brings your voice back in my mind.
You can’t send love through a stamp or key,
But I’ve got a mailbox full of memories.
(Bridge)
The world moved on to texts and screens,
But I still hold on to old-time dreams.
Ink and paper never fade,
When they’re written in love that stays.
(Final Chorus)
Got a mailbox full of memories,
And I read them when I need some peace.
The past still knocks, it don’t need keys,
To my heart through that rusty memory.
You can’t send love through a stamp or key,
But I’ve got a mailbox…
Full of memories.