Mass

Mass - Modern Baseball

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