Track 2 of the album Last Call, Low Light · 2007
Letters I Didn't Send
“Everybody has a shoebox of things they never said. I sang this one as though the box was still on my knee.”
jazz ballad · torch song · late-night · 3:31
Lyrics
There's a shoebox on the closet shelf Full of words I kept to myself Blue ink faded, edges soft Stamps still waiting, never licked One begins with dear old friend One just says I was wrong again One is only a single line Saying I still think of you sometimes Letters I didn't send Sleeping in a box like a quiet town Letters I didn't send Too late to mail them, too true to throw down They kept me company when the house was still They say the things I never will Letters I didn't send Tonight the rain is on the glass I read them slowly, let the hours pass Funny how the heart can write so clear When there's no one in the room to hear Letters I didn't send Sleeping in a box like a quiet town Letters I didn't send Too late to mail them, too true to throw down They kept me company when the house was still They say the things I never will Letters I didn't send Maybe you wrote some too Folded small and tucked away Maybe somewhere in a drawer We are still saying what we couldn't say Letters I didn't send Sleeping in a box like a quiet town Letters I didn't send I'm not sorry that I kept them, not now They were love with nowhere left to go And I am glad that I let it show Letters I didn't send Close the lid, turn out the light Some words are kept just for the night