All the peacock people left the plumes in a pile

They look good to a fault

And the Gulf water's warm like a bathtub

Full of lavender and epsom salt See a bleach blond boy put his long board down

Help his girl get her sunscreen on

I thought about you in your little house

Think you're lonely but I could be wrong and... I wanna be your bootlegger

Wanna mix you up something strange

Braid your hair like a sister

Maim you like a hurricane Right there, that's the postman sleeping in the sand

He's got a letter to deliver, but I can't stay mad, oh

Right there, that's the postman asleep in the sand

He's got a get-well-card to deliver

He's gonna do it by hand, he's gonna do it by hand Now they drive the cars up and down the beach

It's ridiculous and everybody knows

Hear the Mustangs rev at the four way stop

You get ghosted when the light says go But in a town like this, in the checkered flag dawn

It's so empty you could make somebody dream

So maybe it's you, in your four-post bed

Fell asleep with still the blood in your teeth and... I wanna be your happiness

I wanna be your common sense pain

Wrap your head in a picket fence

Rebuild after the hurricane Right there, that's the postman sleeping in the sand

He's got my letters to deliver, but I'm still not mad

Right there, that's the postman asleep in the sand

He's got a get-well-card to deliver

He's gonna do it by hand

He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it

He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it

He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it... by hand Oh

Right there, that's the postman sleeping in the sand

He's got a letter to deliver, but I can't stay mad, oh

Right there, that's the postman asleep in the sand

He's got a head stack now to deliver

He's wants to do it by hand

He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it

He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it

He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it

He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it... by hand