Pulled over at midday
The joker's still wet behind the ears
You read off a novel of novice citations outside the
service station,
glue sets beneath our heels

My baby's in Massachusetts
And all this booze is useless
Sunset, singing my 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-and streets
I tried sleeping at MJ without you last night,
but 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 ****in' 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 cliché?
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
Jacob, I wrote your name down
But I'd hate that job as much as you do
But now we're stucked between