[Verse 1]
We’re headed north on the Route 1 bypass
In a black sedan built like a ghost ship
From the hands of some puritans who assumed
That the coast belonged to them
[Verse 2]
It’s seven miles of parking lot and cracked asphalt
That bring us back to growing up
Where every pothole is an unearthed trauma
Waiting patiently to swallow us up
[Verse 3]
We’re moving backwards in orbit around New England
We remember everything
And decide nostalgia is just more corny than comforting
[Verse 4]
We went back and wore our old clothes
We went back and enjoyed the breeze
But these shadows on the walls still haunt me
