Massachusetts

It started early, and my only fear is it'll end too late
I'm only trying to shadowbox, the championship's not on my plate
He's marching in, blood stains his shirt
Doesn't know what he's got, been a fighter since birth

I've gotta get out of Massachusetts now

He was waiting for you outside the quarters of your Massachusetts dorm
Where he told you that he loved you, emptied the chamber on the door
He shot his shot, he tossed his gun, clenched his fist, began to run
So, baby, it's time to go to war

I saw a soldier the other day, with his head held high and his guns ablaze
But when I saw him he saw me too and it seemed like he had seen right through me
So now I walk with my head held low, push through the people no one can know
I tried to go, I tried to go

He's marching in, blood stains his shirt
Doesn't know what he's got, been a fighter since birth

I've gotta get out of Massachusetts now

Somehow silence makes it move
In ways so far beyond me, but trust me when I tell you
That everything sounds exactly as we want it to
But he was waiting for you, and you were waiting for him
As long as both of you kept waiting then that soldier could finally go home again

He was waiting for you outside the quarters of your Massachusetts dorm
Where he told you that he loved you, emptied the chamber on the door
He shot his shot, he tossed his gun, clenched his fist, began to run
So, baby, it's time to go to war