To Live and Die in New England / Farther

Come back home to the hearth you wallowed All that time, out your own damn body Soul worn down to the pavement, bloody The corner store still takes our rubbish To the bay state, where we'll lay down in the ground To the lady, with a pin stuck in her frown To the warehouse, allowed for me to dream To the vibrant college scene To the addicts coming clean To the place apart of me Oh, New England Our, New England To live and die in New England Oh, New England An autumn paradise Come back home to the ones who raised you All that time in the cold, dark basement All grown up in the face, black and blue The old red line still takes you where you want to To the bay state, where we'll lay down in the ground To the lady, who grew up by herself To the shipyard, oh, dad had used his hands To the Sunday football stands To the sea wall where I planned To the place I've grown a man Oh, New England My New England To live and die in New England Oh, New England An autumn paradise Faith on its pages She teared away What she bound for me Ah, ah, ah, ah Wait up for ages She's on the way But hid her crown from me Ah, ah, ah, ah Kept her in favor I call the lady Back in town again Ah, ah, ah, ah Oh, oh, hm, hm Thinks she's a slave for The time away No more frowns, baby Can't stand to think she's farther now