Massachusetts

In Massachusetts

Oh, no

The younger of the ocean sing

A paean to their mother, offering

To hold tight onto the quay

To hold tight onto the side of the quay

Oh, it don't matter what you do

In Massachusetts

Oh, no

A certain lack and dislocation

Sotted up to the gunwales, and

The tide tells you when to go

The tide tells you when to come and when to go

No, it doesn't matter what you do

I can't find my roads

I can't, I can't find my roads

Honestly, I want to hear the thought that I had

But I can't feel any more with you

In Massachusetts

Oh, no

To be held at bat and then consigned

To pet about the frozen time

To a mother so cold and gray

And though she gives you one, she takes one away

Oh, it doesn't matter what you do

In Massachusetts

Oh, no

The younger of the ocean sing

A paean to their mother, offering

To hold tight onto the quay

To hold tight onto the side of the quay

Oh, it don't matter what you do

I can't find my roads

I can't, I can't find my roads

Honestly, I want to hear the thought that I had

But I can't feel any more with you

Open it dies

How can I only say "It's a dark mind"?

It's a dark mind

It's a dark mind

Oh, I can't tell the things for you

I want someone like you

Watching it roll by

Watching it roll by