I deliver the mail in the morning Where there aint no telephone lines And Im walking with a bag full of letters Come what may around the same time The last little house on the dirt road Always feels so special to me I get nervous as I walk to the mailbox Where the angled letters read Mrs Judy My thoughts were running wild and time was slowing When Id see her smile behind the screen door So I still walk to her house every morning But Judy doesnt live there anymore Always wondered if Id got past the mailbox Would she let me past the screen door Would I still be seeing her in the morning Now Judy doesnt live there anymore The weeds have grown and covered up the windows They nailed a board across the front door I should have left some flowers in the mailbox Now Judy doesnt live there anymore
judy, mailbox, doesnt, anymore, angled