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Falmouth Bay 1. Wrap your hands up so you’ll be warm We’re eight hours from Falmouth Bay On the highway. Down the road. Pushing tomorrow into today Mr.Pitt, Mr.Fitch, Where are your hearts Did you swallow them up When your towns were started Those cold white lies you left behind See them wrapped in knots of overtime Chorus: It’s greens and fire that I desire No slow abuse in a speeding car It was long ago up ‘til now This air feels familiar somehow 2. Massachusetts on the end of the line Roll your wheels and I’ll make it mine Is this the way that time flies With wheels and gears to help it glide There are mountains on islands That used to be flat Exploded valleys with concrete mats Feel them pitch and strain Feel them pull and reel Please take me home in time for a meal Chorus: Repeat Verse 1 and Chorus: Repeat |