Return to Sender - Ian Mcculloch

I gave a letter to the post man,

He put it his sack.

Bright and early next morning,

He brought my letter back.

She wrote upon it:

Return to sender.

Address unknown.

No such number.

No such zone.

We had a quarrel,

A lovers' spat,

I’d write «I'm sorry»

But my letter keeps coming back.

So when I dropped it in the mailbox,

I sent it «Special D»

Bright and early next morning

It came right back to me.

She wrote upon it:

Return to sender.

Address unknown.

No such person.

No such zone.

This time I’m gonna take it myself

And put it right in her hand

And if it comes back the very next day

Then I’ll understand

The writing on it:

Return to sender.

Address unknown.

No such person.

No such zone.

Return to sender,

Return to sender.