[outro musical solo] [Verse 1] I was twenty-four with a guitar and a dream Mailbox full of bills, heart bustin’ at the seam Wrote my first song on a napkin by the bar Didn’t know that scribble’d take me half this far [Pre-Chorus] Every stamp a prayer, every hope a plea Just chasing a whisper, wild and free. [Chorus] Mailbox days, letters never came Just rejection slips and a couple old names But I kept on singin’, let the hard times sway Found my voice in those mailbox days [Verse 2] Chicago streets were cold, but the coffee was hot Played for drunks and dreamers in a corner lot Every chord I struck felt like a prayer Hopin’ someone out there might stop and care [Pre-Chorus] Every stamp a prayer, every hope a plea Just chasing a whisper, wild and free. [Chorus] Mailbox days, letters never came Just rejection slips and a couple old names But I kept on singin’, let the hard times sway Found my voice in those mailbox days [Bridge] Now the stage is wider, but the song’s the same Just a boy with a story and a funny last name Every scar’s a verse, every laugh’s a tune Mailbox days still howl beneath the moon [Verse 3] The echoes linger from that dusty old hall Of hungry nights and standing tall The ink may fade, the paper turn to dust But the fire sparked then, still burns with trust. [Outro Chorus] So here’s to the dreamers with their hearts on display Keep strumin’ through those mailbox days Found my voice in those mailbox days, And the music still guides me, come what may. [outro musical solo]
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