There's a shoebox in my attic filled with words I couldn't say Faded ink on yellowed paper from a different yesterday To the boy who left this small town, chasing dreams in Tennessee I wrote down those three small words, but they stayed at home with me Letters I never sent, feelings I kept inside Words locked within my heart, where they had to hide Pages filled with truth stashed behind a door All these letters I never sent, that's what regret is for Daddy's been gone seven summers, left this world too soon I wrote him 'bout the grandkids that he'll never get to know How I still hear his truck rumbling down our old dirt road But that letter's still unfinished, with nowhere to go Letters I never sent, feelings I kept inside Words locked within my heart, where they had to hide Pages filled with truth stashed behind a door All these letters I never sent, that's what regret is for To my sister cross the country, we don't speak since mama died Pride's a poison I've been drinking, wrote "I'm sorry" many times But the distance keeps on growing with each year that passes by These words can't heal what's broken while they're buried deep inside Oh, sometimes I wonder where we'd be If I'd found the courage just to speak Would you have stayed? Would he have known? Would she have come back home? Letters I never sent, feelings I kept inside Words locked within my heart, where they had to hide Pages filled with truth stashed behind a door Maybe it's time I finally send what these words were meant for