[Verse 1] Two rusty mailboxes, leanin’ side by side, White paint flakin’, no place left to hide. Rust drips like tears from their old hinge jaws, Loose bolts rattlin’, breakin’ nature’s laws. [Chorus] They did their time, stood through the years, Caught the letters, the hopes, and the fears. But the doors, they’re fallin’, ready to give way, If not fixed, or replaced—oh Lord, not today. [Verse 2] Through summer’s heat and winter’s frost, They stood through storms, countin’ the cost. They bore the news, both good and bad, Stories of joy, and times we were sad. [Prechorus] Now they’re tired, leanin’ low, Wearin’ scars from the winds that blow. [Chorus] They did their time, stood through the years, Caught the letters, the hopes, and the fears. But the doors, they’re fallin’, ready to give way, If not fixed, or replaced—oh Lord, not today. [Bridge] I could mend ‘em, patch ‘em, try to make ‘em whole, But somethin’ in their rust speaks to my soul. Like arthritic hands, they’ve earned their rest, Standin’ sentinel, they gave their best.
