Postage

Shucks man, this is here and this is now And I don't want to take up too much of your time But how do I compact the feeling in a way that you can know it now? It's letters when I'm sending out my loving And when I'm crying on your shoulder And when I labor for my bread Man I apologize that I am just now writing back! I couldn't stamp down any sense of time or place or self Or what was left And if I'm being honest I'm so abstracted by this pain and loss I've seen But you are a haven, oh of a different breed One that reminds me of my sincerity But it's letters when I can't pick up the pen And when my eyes go dark and I turn around and I leave it all again When I am in, then out, until I'm in between And I'm having trouble saying exactly how I mean But when I let it all go It feels like postage and your signal flag's up And when I let it all go It feels like postage and your signal flag's up When I let it all go It feels like postage and your signal flag's up Oh and when I let it all go it feels like postage And your signal flag's up