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 cliché? 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