All the people left the plumes in a pile They look to a fault And the Gulf warm like a bathtub of lavender and epsom salt
See a blond boy put his long board down his girl get her sunscreen on I thought about you in your little you're lonely but I could be wrong and...
I be your bootlegger mix you up something strange Braid your like a sister you like a hurricane
Right there, that's the sleeping in the sand He's got a letter to deliver, but I stay mad, oh Right there, that's the asleep in the sand He's got a to deliver He's gonna do it by hand, he's do it by hand
Now they drive the cars up and down the It's ridiculous and knows Hear the Mustangs rev at the four way You get ghosted when the says go
But in a like this, in the checkered flag dawn It's so you could make somebody dream So maybe you, in your four-post bed Fell asleep with still the blood in your and...
I be your happiness I wanna be your common sense Wrap your in a picket fence after the hurricane
Right there, that's the postman sleeping in the He's got my letters to deliver, but I'm not mad Right there, the postman asleep in the sand got a get-well-card to deliver He's do it by hand He's do it, he's gonna do it He's gonna do it, he's do it He's gonna do it, he's do it... by hand
Oh Right there, that's the postman in the sand He's got a letter to deliver, but I stay mad, oh Right there, that's the postman asleep in the He's got a stack now to deliver wants to do it by hand He's gonna do it, he's do it gonna do it, he's gonna do it He's do it, he's gonna do it gonna do it, he's gonna do it... by hand