Lyrics:

On the underside of Massachusetts
Splintered by an empty freighter car
That strafes my deepest fear
I could never leave you, Massachusetts
Like water drained at night out a reservoir
Not half a mile from here

Underneath the cover of the marshes
Is where I buried my best words
To last a hundred thousand years
I could never leave them in Massachusetts
Like water drained at night, a reservoir
Not half a mile from here

Who are you to tell me?
Who are you to tell me?
Who are you to try and lead me
From a place you never even came?

Underneath the cover of the marshes
Is where I buried my best words
To last a hundred thousand years
I could never leave them in Massachusetts
The water drained at night, a reservoir
Not half a mile

Who are you to tell me?
Who are you to tell me?
Who are you to try and lead me
From this place you never even came?