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