Andy, Who Delivers Mail

Maybe you'll find your way out of this God forsaken town 

and up to somewhere, in some city where we're forgotten about 

There you'll find a new beginning, 

grow your hair and change your name

and claim your parents died last winter

when they got struck by a train; or some story like that 

Maybe there you'll go by Andy

Maybe you'll deliver mail 

to some rural part of some small town 

that's hard to say or spell 

On your route you'll meet a good, strong man

who loves and treats you well 

and gets you close enough to open up

about all of the things you're scared to tell 

Then perhaps you'll tell him something;

mostly lies with scattered truth

about a boy out west, or somewhere, and a child inside of you

and how you miscarried Carrie

and now miss Carrie a lot 

and although Carrie wasn't born 

you still assumed you'd tie the knot; but found yourself alone 

unwanted, in the cold 

by a man who couldn't offer you the promise he once told 

so you had to learn to make it on your own 

Maybe he'll kiss your mouth and hold you

Maybe he'll throw you away 

Maybe you'll break down beneath his kindness

and come clean some day 

Maybe his past is just as mangled up 

Maybe his truths they all are fiction 

Maybe you'll catch him on some crossed story full of contradiction 

and you'll both fall apart 

and you'll wind up somewhere half lost

scrambling for a new start where all your lies make sense again 

and you can be what you've not been

just the way you always like to be 

Maybe maybe is the best answer for anything