Get-Well-Cards

All the peacock people left their 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 a bootlegger Wanna mix you up something strange Braid your hair like a sister Name 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 sleeping 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 their 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 it could make somebody dream So maybe it's you in your four-post bed Sound asleep bu still grinding your teeth 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, oh Right there That's the postman sleeping 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 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