[Intro; Ben Gibbard]
Alright, Berkley!
Oakland and San Francisco and all areas around
We've been The Postal Service
It's been an honor playing with you!

[Verse 1: Ben Gibbard]
I'll be the grapes fermented, bottled and served
With the table set, in my finest suit
Like a perfect gentlemen
I'll be the fire escape that's bolted to the ancient brick
Where you will sit and contemplate your day

[Verse 2: Ben Gibbard & Jenny Lewis]
I'll be the water-wings that savе you
If you start drowning in an open tab
When your judgemеnt's on the brink
I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite albums back
As you're lying there, drifting off to sleep (Drifting off to sleep)
I'll be the platform shoes, undo what heredity's done to you
You won't have to strain to look into my eyes (My eyes)
I'll be your winter coat, buttoned and zipped straight to the throat
With the collar up so you won't catch a cold

[Chorus: Ben Gibbard]
I want to take you far from the cynics in this town
And kiss you on the mouth
We'll cut our bodies free from the tethers of this scene
Start a brand new colony
Where everything will change
We'll give ourselves new names, identities erased
The sun will heat the grounds
Under our bare feet in this brand new colony
(This brand new colony)
[Bridge: Ben Gibbard]
Everything will change
Ooh, ooh
Everything will change
Ooh, ooh
Everything will change
Ooh, ooh

[Outro: Ben Gibbard]
Everything will change
Ooh, ooh
Everything will change
Ooh, ooh
Everything will change
Ooh, ooh
Everything will change
Ooh, ooh
You guys have been unbelievable, thank you very much!