Mass

[Verse 1: Jake Ewald]

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

[Chorus: Jake Ewald]

My baby's in Massachusetts

And all this booze is useless (Ooh)

Sunset, sing my scratched-out, sighin' soul to sleep (Ah)

And the cashier here is ruthless

Jeanette, I wrote your name down (Ooh)

But I'd hate that job as much as you do

If I was stuck between (Ah)

Barton and Binghamton too

[Verse 2: Jake Ewald]

Days like this, I miss listenin' to records

Making coffee together, snowglobes and Jersey sheets

I tried sleepin' 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 playin' a show in Nebraska, or Austin, Texas

Asking the kids what they ate for breakfast

[Bridge: Jake Ewald]

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 (Ah)

[Chorus: Jake Ewald]

My baby's in Massachusetts

And all this booze is useless (Ooh)

Sunset, sing my scratched-out, sighin' soul to sleep (Ah)

And the cashier here is ruthless

Jeanette, I wrote your name down (Ooh)

But I'd hate that job as much as you do

If I was stuck between (Ah)

Barton and Binghamton too