A View From The Post Office

I was a dreamer with wishy washy smokey pipe dreams and I knew. I knew you were like a puzzle kept hidden from the world.

You make my moon glow and my sun rise. You make flowers in my garden full of mazes where you found the key to my gate grow.

and you knew how to make those wishy washy smokey pipe dreams come true.

Because you were just a wanderer who worked at the post office and loved me for what I think was a second with every parcel you took tender care of.

And I knew you were standing outside my rose garden with a handful of sunflowers.

But these were dreams from a dreamer, and you always look like you want to kiss me. I swear it.