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And when it's dark he makes the highplainsOn his quarter horse, with a canvas sackAnd the stars they bleed together like the flames inside a forgeThe Earth is molten, time is stretching on a rackYet he labours like a shadow across the meadows of the moonA diver far beneath the breakers on the rocksThere are more bodies in the snowThan there are things that you can knowBut he knows you don't have to die to walk the netherworldIn is a cinch to reach if you can climb a rockThen when the air's too rare to tell and the chill's clear as a bellHe lights a fire and he settles down to readHe pulls a letter from the sack, makes a pillow of his pack Then hears a wild dog somewhere yanking on a rabbit trapGoing crazy as it dawns on itIt's beatAnd the mailman reads,"Oh baby take a moment just to think about meYou leave me living like a spinster while you're bachelor freeYou're even more of a burden when you ain't here at homePlease, you can't leave me here on my ownI won't find my wayPlease, you can't leave me here on my own."Letras de cancionesThe mailman laughs under his breathAnd scrutinises the addressWho's the poor drunk that knocked up the Baroness?Is it the youth that never talks,'Cept out of earshot with his horseWhen no one cares less what he thinks or what he saysOr the old drover by the fireWho quite enjoys the peace and quietHe's drifting off somewhere beyond the flamesIs it the stockman grinding beefBetween his horseshoe iron teethUntil the wild dog in the rabbit trap falls quietHe takes the rifle leaning up against a treeAnd the mailman reads,"I frighten off your girlfriend with a rock-salt gunAin't it enough that I adore you? Do you prefer them young?Is she a schoolgirl or an ostrich? She's all eyelashes and bonesPlease, you can't leave me here on my ownI won't find my wayPlease, you can't leave me here on my own."In all his years lugging dispatches from the brides of overlandersThere's been no Dear Johns above 7000 feetBut now here comes a welcome changeHe starts to relish the exchangeUntil a far-off shot rings brightly through the sleetThen through the valleys down below, through whereNo-one ever goesSpreading thin across the lowlands before vanishing at seaAnd now a subatomic silence settles fog-likeAcross the highlandsIt's too cold here now and it's too quiet to sleepAnd the mailman reads,"I know now why you languish in your doghouse of stoneTo leave me withered so by loneliness I welcome you homeAnd how could any poor boy leave his Mother in the cold?Please, you can't leave me here on my ownI won't find my wayPlease, you can't leave me here on my own." From Letras Mania