Modern Baseball - Mass lyrics
[Modern Baseball - Mass lyrics]
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
Snowglobes 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 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
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
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
Snowglobes 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 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
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