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Feng Shui

The mailman doesn’t have a letter for me.

The gypsy doesn’t have a fortune for me.

And I’m alone, waitin’ on a train to take me far away

From you and everything.

I’m never comin’ back, I wish that I could stay,

But the mailman doesn’t have a letter for me.

The daytime she don’t got no sunshine for me.

The evening he don’t got no moonbeams for me.

But I’m alone, nestled in the breeze.

See the season’s change through the falling leaves.

I wish I could escape growing old and grey

When the mailman doesn’t have a letter for me.

The angel doesn’t have a halo for me.

The devil doesn’t burn a candle for me.

And I’m alone, talking to myself listening to you, hearing someone else.

I wish I could enjoy things we’ll never see

‘Cause the mailman doesn’t have a letter for me.

The preacher doesn’t have a sermon for me.

The questions they don’t got no answers for me.

And I’m alone, juggling my fate. If I had a choice which one would I take?

If I made a wish, it could set you free,

But the mailman doesn’t have a letter for me.