Mass Re-Done

Pulled over at midday

The joker's still wet behind the ears

He read off the 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 singing our scratched out sighing souls to sleep

And the cashier here is ruthless

Jeanette, I wrote your name down

And I'd hate that job as much as you do if I was stuck between

Brunswick and Jefferson too

Days like this I miss listening to records

Making chilli together

Dirt roads and dead-end streets

I tried sleeping at MJ 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 and I still lived in fucking West Philly

And we weren'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 singing our scratched out sighing souls to sleep

And the cashier here is ruthless

Jacob, I wrote your name down

And I hate this job as much as you do

But now we're stuck between