Sam Moss - Postman lyrics

Postman in the gray and blue
Can I sleep among the bags while you drive?
I'll take the wheel after a time
Got a jaw full of foolish words

How many miles?
Will we get there by the mornin'?
Stop just short of the ocean
I'll find my way to town

And I'd spend my last dollar
On a walking cane
Shinin' silver handle, initials engraved
And a hard wanderin' stick leadin'
Down to the earth
Is it worth wearin' my soles to the dirt?

There are a few things I found
Do you mind if I piece them together?
I've got all the fixin's for a letter
But none of the letters for lines

Some of these people back here
They've got minds worth thievin'
Some are hopin' and reelin'
Others are sky high

I'm just hopin' to string 'em in line
One by one make the words into mine
I think it's there, just not crystalized
Like you'd see the stars
If not for the sun in your eyes