Here's to the good-hearted, Loud-mouthed, absent-minded We've been scratching the surface We've been missing the mark We've got to stand up, speak out and come together If we can take it apart Then we can turn it around Mr. Postman, Postman send me a letter You're a big man talking big, man You're a rebel You've been scaling the ladder They've been sawing the rungs We've got to stand up, dust off and pull it together Here's to the good ones The ones that really need it Let's get to spilling the secrets Start spreading the news Mr. Sandman, sandman bring me a dream It starts sounds like a whisper That could put me to sleep It's the golden age It's approaching us It's the same as I It's the same as I thought it was