O New England - The Decemberists

We’d come seven hours down

Took the blue line to see where we hopped out

And I was only joking, I was only joking

And I was only trying to get a laugh

You say this was the furthest that we had come

We traveled so far to watch it fall undone

And I had lost my token, you were looking bent and broken

Staring sideways with the rain coming down

But I am so enthralled

O New England

La da dum dum

O New England

La da dum dum

This here is the fable of a failed attempt

To find new life in a love in the seat of its origin

From Long to Coney Island, from Mid to West to Upper Highland

And all I got is this ill-gotten full color souvenir

The new millennium in New York

And all of New England

La da dum dum

O New England

La da dum dum

O New England

In the face of your empire

I think I’d rather just wait in the car

And return to the turnpike

Watching New England’s skyline sinking below

Sinking below

Sinking below

We’d come seven hours down

We’d come seven hours down, down

We’d come seven hours down

We’d come seven hours down, down