Get-Well-Cards

All the peacock people left their plumes in a pile
 They look good to a fault
 And the Gulf water's warm like a bathtub
 Full of lavender and epsom salt
 See a bleach blond boy put his long board down
 Help his girl get her sunscreen on
 I thought about you in your little house
 Think you're lonely but I could be wrong and
 I wanna be a bootlegger
 Wanna mix you up something strange
 Braid your hair like a sister
 Name you like a hurricane
 Right there
 That's the postman sleeping in the sand
 He's got a letter to deliver
 But I can't stay mad, oh
 Right there
 That's the postman sleeping in the sand
 He's got a get-well-card to deliver
 He's gonna do it by hand
 He's gonna do it by hand
 Now they drive their cars up and down the beach
 It's ridiculous and everybody knows
 Hear the Mustangs rev at the four-way stop
 You get ghosted when the light says go
 But in a town like this
 In the checkered flag dawn
 It's so empty it could make somebody dream
 So maybe it's you in your four-post bed
 Sound asleep bu still grinding your teeth
 I wanna be your happiness
 I wanna be your common sense pain
 Wrap your head in a picket fence
 Rebuild after the hurricane
 Right there
 That's the postman sleeping in the sand
 He's got my letters to deliver
 But I'm still not mad, oh
 Right there
 That's the postman sleeping in the sand
 He's got a get-well-card to deliver
 He's gonna do it by hand
 He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it
 He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it
 He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it by hand
 Oh
 Right there
 That's the postman sleeping in the sand
 He's got a letter to deliver
 But I can't stay mad, oh
 Right there, that's the postman asleep in the sand
 He's got a head-stack now to deliver
 He wants to do it by hand
 He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it
 He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it
 He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it
 He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it by hand