Delivery Man

Abel was able, so Vivian said Her shoulders flung forward Her lips in a purse She talks like the beauty that she never was Of the fabulous wild nights that she never has In a certain light he looked like Elvis In a certain way he feels like Jesus Everyone dreams of him just as they can But he's only the humble Delivery Man Geraldine blushes and brushes away The cigarette ashes that Vivian scatters Stares out of the window at the things that she says While gossip within her competes with the widow Ever since he's gone, she feels like crying all the time She knows for sure Vivian is lying Now she has a daughter to raise as she can She just wouldn't trust that Delivery Man Ivy puts down the ghost story she's reading Looks up at that face on the wall Thinking about how her father lay bleeding Shot in the back 'cause orders were misleading And how a flag and a medal don't have any meaning On the 5th of July as they tore down the fair And he'd seen all the local girls who were worth kissing With the smell of the gunpowder still in the air They noticed that Abel and Ivy were missing In a certain light he looked like Elvis In a certain way he seemed like Jesus He said "Why can't we be kind to me like you were meant to be? When they let me out, I had a brand new identity Now everyone dreams of me just as they can I want to be your Delivery Man"