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?