The View Between Villages (Live From Fenway Park)

Air in my lungs 'til the road begins
As the last of the bugs leave their homes again
And I'm splittin' the road down the middle
Well for a minute, the world feels so simple

I feel the rush of my blood, I'm 17 again
No, I am not scared of death, I've got dreams again
It's just me and the curve of the valley
And there is meanin' on Earth, I am happy

Ah, ah, oh
Oh, oh, oh (whoo, whoo, whoo)

Past Alger Brook Road, I'm over the bridge
A minute from home, but I feel so far from it
The death of my dog, the stretch of my skin
It's all washin' over me, I'm angry again

The things that I lost here, the people I knew
They got me surrounded for a mile or two
The car's in reverse, I'm grippin' the wheel
I'm back between villages and everything's still (whoo)

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, ah, ah
Ah, oh, oh
Ah
Ah

The things that I lost here, the people I knew
They got me surrounded for a mile or two
A left at the graveyard, I'm driving past ghosts
Their arms are extended, my eyes start to close

The car's in reverse, I'm grippin' the wheel
I'm back between villages, and everything's still

Boston, who's ready to get fuckin' sweaty?
Who's ready to get sauced at The Lansdowne?
Who wants to get fuckin' sticky?
I love you guys