[Intro]
Stampbeat, a gentle rhythm in the air.
[Verse]
From distant shores the letters ride the tide,
Waiting in limbo where the clocks divide.
[Chorus]
Foreign mail stopped from going to US
Hold on the line, the stamps whisper wait
Across the miles we dream of crossing light
Hope keeps the mailbox bright through the night
[Bridge]
One day the doors will swing open wide.
[Outro]
Till then we sing, and mail keeps hope alive.
