Pulled over at midday
The joker's still wet behind the ears
You read 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 singing our scratched out sighing souls 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
Brunswick and Jefferson too
Days like this I miss listening to records
Making chili 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 fuckin 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 singin' our scratched out sighing souls to sleep
And the cashier here is ruthless
Jacob, I wrote your name down
But I'd hate this job as much as you
But now we're stuck between
