Mass Ave

Drinking brew for breakfast
After wakening up in #121
Take the buss down to Porter
Trying to smile at the summer sun
Between Arlington and Cambridge
Walking down Massachusetts Avenue
Feeling nothing in particular
Looking for a hole to crawl into
These borderland days, when you really don’t care
These borderland days, neither here nor there
These borderland days
Stop by Joe Sent Me
Nothing special but it’s all right
There’s a TV hanging over the counter
Live from New York, it’s Saturday Night
Waiting for my Joe Frazier Burger
I can’t figure out the girl and her tears
But I’ve got the world’s finest bourbon
Accompanied by the king of beers
These borderland days, when you really don’t care
These borderland days, neither here nor there
These borderland days
Looking for some distance
Trying to find me some perspective
I’ve worn down my resistance
The means is the objective
These borderland days, when you really don’t care
These borderland days, neither here nor there
These borderland days
Borderland days