Lyrics

There goes that old postman Riding on his bike He's got a bag full of phone bills And nothing to justify I'm as naked as a winter tree With promises remote Wish I could fly away above the ashen shade Observe the world below Once I had a calling This town praised my hands Now I'm sculpting apologies Cause folks they don't understand I'm as naked as a winter tree With promises remote Wish I could fly away above the ashen shade Observe the world below I could change myself There's so much else I could do Except I always knew I was deeper than dailyness I was made to be manifest The art like an amethyst of truth I know, it's only too clear Spiders spin their webs year after year I never had that kind of resolve To know my fear, to face it at all I'm as naked as a winter tree With promises remote Wish I could fly away above the ashen shade Observe the world below