Farther Afield - Mailbox People Lyrics

Traveling in the dark
Low beaming my headlights in the middle of the night

Shadows they are shifting
In the direction of my wheels

While mailboxes are moving
Transparently left to right

Is it human flesh?
Or paint covered news letters delivered to your front door

Screech goes the tires
Heeling to the mailbox people once more

Tree clawed country back roads
Clench the hot dream
As I figure it all out on my high beams

Traveling in the dark
While mailboxes move transparently
Left to right
Is it human flesh or paint covered news letters delivered to your front door