The View Between Villages (Live From Fenway Park)

Air in my lungs
'Til the road begins
As the last of the bugs
Leave their homes again
And I'm splitting the road down the middle
For a minute the world seemed so simple
I feel the rush of my blood
Seventeen again
No I am not scared of death
I've got dreams again
It's just me and the curve of the valley
And there is meaning on Earth
I am happy

Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh

Passed Alger Brook Road
I'm over the bridge
A minute from home but I feel so far from it
The death of my dog
The stretch of my skin
It's all washin' over me
I'm angry again
The things that I lost here
The people I knew
They got me surrounded for a mile or two
The car's in reverse
I'm grippin' the wheel
I'm back between villages and everything's still

Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh

The things that I lost here
The people I knew
They got me surrounded for a mile or two
A left at the graveyard
I'm driving past ghosts
Their arms are extended
My eyes start to close
The car's in reverse
I'm grippin' the wheel
I'm back between villages and everything's still

Boston, who's ready to get fucking sweaty?
Who's ready to get sauced at the Lansdowne?
Who wants to get fucking sticky?
I love you guy so much