Mass

Pulled over at midday The joker's still wet behind the ears He hands off a novel of novice citations outside the service station The glue sets beneath our heels

My baby's in Massachusetts And all this booze is useless Sunset sing my scratched out sighing soul to sleep And the cashier here is ruthless Jeanette, I wrote your name down But I'd hate that job as much as you do if I was stuck between Barton and Binghamton too

Days like this I miss listening to records Making coffee together Snow globes and Jersey sheets I tried sleeping in our bed without you last night That didn't work at all, cause I couldn't sleep

Sometimes I wish it was still last summer And you still lived in South Philly And I wasn't playing a show in Nebraska, or Austin, Texas Asking the kids what they ate for breakfast

But here I am, Valero bathroom Who's paid to keep these things cliche? Bury me beneath New York state It's the only place where I feel dead

My baby's in Massachusetts And all this booze is useless Sunset sing my scratched out sighing soul to sleep And the cashier here is ruthless Jeanette, I wrote your name down But I'd hate that job as much as you do if I was stuck between Barton and Binghamton too