All the people left the plumes in a pile They look good to a And the Gulf water's warm a bathtub Full of lavender and salt
See a bleach blond boy put his 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 wanna be your mix you up something strange Braid your hair like a Maim you like a
Right there, that's the postman sleeping in the got a letter to deliver, but I can't stay mad, oh Right there, that's the postman asleep in the He's got a get-well-card to He's do it by hand, he's gonna do it by hand
Now drive the cars up and down the beach It's ridiculous and everybody Hear the Mustangs rev at the way stop You get ghosted when the says go
But in a town like this, in the checkered flag It's so empty you could make somebody So maybe it's you, in four-post bed Fell asleep with still the blood in your and...
I wanna be happiness I wanna be your common pain Wrap head in a picket fence Rebuild after the
Right there, that's the postman in the sand He's got my letters to deliver, but I'm not mad Right there, that's the postman asleep in the He's got a to deliver gonna do it by hand He's gonna do it, gonna do it gonna do it, he's gonna do it He's gonna do it, he's do it... by hand
Oh Right there, that's the postman in the sand got a letter to deliver, but I can't stay mad, oh Right there, the postman asleep in the sand He's got a head stack now to He's to do it by hand He's gonna do it, gonna do it He's gonna do it, he's do it He's gonna do it, gonna do it He's do it, he's gonna do it... by hand