A flag is up on her mailbox at midnightBut that doesn't mean a letter's going outThat flag is just our signal things aren't alrightAnd she's wanting me to run my midnight prowlI'm the mail she's waiting forI'll deliver me againHer husband must be goneWhen he's out she flags me inHere comes the moonlight mailmanMy route is her back doorI'll go stamp her lip with kissesI'm the mail she's waiting forI'm the mail she's waiting forJust down the roadThose big old trees are waitingTo hide my car like all the nights keep forI'll cross the field and whistle for my babyThen she'll know here comesThe mail she's waiting forI'm the mail she's waiting forI'll deliver me againHer husband must be goneWhen he's out she flags me inHere comes the moonlight mailmanMy route is her back doorI'll go stamp her lip with kissesI'm the mail she's waiting forI'm the mail she's waiting forI'll go stamp her lip with kisses