lazy old New England town,
the pilgrim's hats were not so
And when the winds of change have blown,
All those crazy aspirations
had to cut their respiration
when everything's been blown
So I'll just scratch the epitaph,
And I'll leave that silly pipe dream up
I came with nothing else to do
To keep myself from drift
to pretend to run my garments
So I guess I'll just jump off the tracks
and then there ain't no turn
All this ceaseless circling to the past,
this carousel has faded out of use
So I'll just scratch the epitaph,
And I'll leave that silly
How long, how long must I hold on,
Gonna take this weight off now and I'll be
Now some will say back up in Maine
That I wasn't cut out for
But I got no spite, they might be right
Well, the time has passed
there's nothing I can change
So I'll stake my life on what is not
The future of that is all mine
When everything's been blown
So I'll just scratch the epitaph
And I'll leave that silly
pipe dream up in Maine you
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