You blow my mind in a Cape Cod kinda way

With a sandbar spine and a rose hip bush

And cigarettes a pack a day

I turned around at seventeen

Learned to drive, I went the other way

Said “anywhere, but east from here is where I wanna be”

With a backpack full of principles

And how things ought to be

All figured out and folded neat

Like my mother’s laundered sheets

Self righteous as a pastor’s kid

Before he learned what his father did

I said “anywhere, but east from here is where I’m gonna be”

Kindness used to come so easy

How’d i learn to be so mean?

Not to your face, but in my head

I tossed you out like some book I read

With which i disagreed, that tried to hard

To hide the ugly that’s in you, and in me

I’d lose my mind in a Cape Cod kinda way

Getting mischievous when the summer-folk go

With your pal since the third grade

There’s two dozen of you at twenty two

And then thirty four, and then fifty eight

Still hangin ‘round downtown

Slurping oysters in october

How I learn to be so mean?

Thinkin “anywhere but east from here is where I wanna be”

Or where I ought to be