This is a letter from the postman
Driving in his post-van
Seeing things that would break your heart
Children waving from the window
Inside but they know
They gotta stay 6 feet apart
People telling their stories
And all of their worries
Of pandemics and the way things are
Lovers forced quarantine
Away from their families
'Cause grandma's got a bad heart
You see what I see
Don't you?
You see what I see
Don't you?
This is a letter from the postman
Driving in his post-van
Seeing things that would break your heart
Walking round the city
Seeing nothing but empty streets
Whoever knew it would get this far?
Return to sender
The house is now vacant
They don't live there anymore
Packages undelivered
Signature required
They're afraid to answer the door
You see what I see
Don't you?
You see what I see
Don't you?
This is a letter from the postman
Driving in his post-van
Seeing things that would break your heart
College kids going crazy
Panic attacks daily
School was already way too hard
Envelopes all say past due
They're doing what they have to
Stimulus only go so far
This is a letter from the postman
Crying in his post-van
From things that break his heart
You see what I see
Don't you?
You see what I see
Don't you?
