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?