The Mail Man

The Mail Man Outside in the dark of desolation there is a hero that shines through Scattered clouds block the vision of a driver delivering things A service man of sorts living from pay check to pay check A kind gentle friend with whom you have grown to depend With letters that need to go it's the sorted evening flow Mark the one willing to explore hence the opened door They carry there mail in hand to deliver in frightening situations They may need a rest on a long awaited vacation Just look inside your mail carriers frame their not insane some people claim Getting mobbed by dogs that hustle there deliveries Yelled at by old ladies who live in the city The mail man has a unique job in which they have chosen To cruise around in their little love bug perhaps is the solution What a time they have sorting the letters it's a crying shame There always in a hurry so what is the big worry Traveling in the back roads under cover wearing blue Perhaps they have bitten off far more then they could chew The mail man is a sensitive kind of dude who is always in the mood For tall tales or stories on the job in such a hurry Let's thank God we have such a daily friend with whom you can depend