And so, I turn on the radio,
And let the radio talk,
It can wait until the morning,
The morning's always got more time for me,

Although, it looks like I'm letting go,
I'm in for a rainy day,
The kettle seems to be boiling low,
So come on baby, make me late again,

The postman never comes on sundays,
Don't you let me go.

But woah, you began to understand,
What this was all about,
Then you began to let me down,
Come on baby, make me late again,

The postman never comes on sundays,
Don't you let me go.

And so, I turn on the radio,
And let go to radio four,
It can wait until the morning,
The mornings always got more time for me.

And so, I turn on the radio,
And let go to radio four,
The kettle seems to be boiling low,
So come on baby, make me late again.