Postman in the gray and blue

Can I sleep among the bags while you drive?

I'll take the wheel after a time

Got a jaw full of foolish words

How many miles?

Will we get there by the mornin'?

Stop just short of the ocean

I'll find my way to town

And I'd spend my last dollar on a walking cane

Shinin' silver handle, initials engraved

And a hard wanderin' stick leadin' down to the earth

Is it worth wearin' my soles to the dirt?

There are a few things I found

Do you mind if I piece them together?

I've got all the fixin's for a letter

But none of the letters for lines

Some of these people back here

They've got minds worth thievin'

Some are hopin' and reelin'

Others are sky high

I'm just hopin' to string 'em in line

One by one make the words into mine

I think it's there, just not crystalized

Like you'd see the stars, if not for the sun in your eyes