The Postman Lyrics - Know By Heart - The American Analog Set

I watch the sun come up while you're sleeping it off 

When you go out for your news and curse your smoker's cough 

I bring you bills to pay 

And letters from the state 

Then you go inside and I walk away 

I'm the postman 

I'm the postman 

And I walk you street for hours like some kind of jerk 

With my grey clip tie and my pressed blue shirt 

And when you leave for work 

I think you're turning to flirt 

But you're turning away and it always hurts 

I'm the Postman 

I'm the Postman 

I know why you stare East, it's where your man's run off 

And I know why your trash bin is brimming with his art 

'Cause when he was abroad 

I read his last postcard 

He met some brit named Cass and it broke your heart 

I'm the postman 

I'm the postman