"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"

„Ábel bol schopný,“ povedala Vivian
Jej ramená sa hodili dopredu
Jej pery v kabelke
Rozpráva ako krása, ktorou nikdy nebola
Z rozprávkových divokých nocí, ktoré nikdy nemala
V istom svetle vyzeral ako Elvis
Určitým spôsobom sa cíti ako Ježiš
Každý o ňom sníva, ako môže
Ale je to iba skromný doručovateľ
Geraldine sa začervená a zmetie
Popol z cigariet, ktorý Vivian rozhadzuje
Pozerá z okna na veci, ktoré hovorí
Zatiaľ čo klebety v nej konkurujú vdove
Odkedy je preč, má chuť neustále plakať
Určite vie, že Vivian klame
Teraz má dcéru, ktorú vychováva, ako sa dá
Len by tomu doručovateľovi neverila
Ivy odloží duchovný príbeh, ktorý číta
Pozrie hore na tú tvár na stene
Pri pomyslení na to, ako jej otec krvácal
Strela do chrbta, pretože objednávky boli zavádzajúce
A ako vlajka a medaila nemajú žiaden význam
5. júla, keď zbúrali jarmok
A videl všetky miestne dievčatá, ktoré sa oplatili bozkávať
S vôňou strelného prachu stále vo vzduchu
Všimli si, že Ábel a Ivy sú nezvestní
V istom svetle vyzeral ako Elvis
Určitým spôsobom vyzeral ako Ježiš
Povedal: „Prečo by sme ku mne nemohli byť láskaví, ako by si mal byť?
Keď ma pustili von, mala som úplne novú identitu
Teraz o mne všetci snívajú, ako môžu
Chcem byť tvojim doručovateľom “