Mass Modern Baseball

[Verse 1: Jake Ewald]
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

[Chorus: Jake Ewald]
My baby's in Massachusetts
And all this booze is useless (Ooh)
Sunset, sing my scratched-out, sighin' soul to sleep (Ah)
And the cashier here is ruthless
Jeanette, I wrote your name down (Ooh)
But I'd hate that job as much as you do
If I was stuck between (Ah)
Barton and Binghamton too

[Verse 2: Jake Ewald]
Days like this, I miss listenin' to records
Making coffee together, snowglobes and Jersey sheets
I tried sleepin' 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 playin' a show in Nebraska, or Austin, Texas
Asking the kids what they ate for breakfast

[Bridge: Jake Ewald]
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 (Ah)