The postman thinks he’s crazy
The package that he transferred into you
Won’t let you do what you want to
You won’t see the shady
Covered part of Forest we can lay
We can stay if we want to
You’ve been calculating
Can you calculate me as I sink
Into the space I’m in
So why don’t you just elate me
Why don’t we forget about our friends
And the mess we’re in
Don’t you cry with a hole in your head
«Nobody's gonna buy you a mocking-bird!»
Sleepless night with a crow in your bed
She needs somebody to love
Weekend night in the old town hall
Watching the walls crawl and crawl
Tomcat howl with a gun to his head
On and on in that way
The postman lives the postman loves
He does just what the postman does
Suppose the postman knows
What’s past to most men