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