Chris Cornell wrote a song about a guy going postal, “Mailman” is track #4 on Superunknown.
But what if Cornell was looking 33 years into the future, pondering the superunknown? What if he left a little room, a little opening, open to interpretation?
What if it’s a song about a guy rolling around a scenic 700 acre college campus on a $12,000 electric assist cargo bike, delivering mail. This guy always looks to be thinking about something, with a half smirk on his face. He seems to be talking to himself, or maybe talking to his bike: