Mansfield

Mansfield Well the holidays are over Families are scattered across the state All the lights are back in boxes Trees out by the road to face their fate The night has finally settled Like dust on this one streelight road I’m a mile out of Mansfield Waitin’ for the clouds to unload There’s a station up ahead And a lifetime receding in my rear The stereo keeps spitting out Some ancient song nobody wants to hear The heater’s hardly working But the traffic has finally slowed Twenty miles out of Mansfield Waitin’ for the clouds to unload For every hatchet you bury You carry a heavier load Maybe there’s no rhyme or reason We all grow out of everything one day Though it kills me to admit it That place grew out of me the same way Now the universe is waking But a sunrise couldn’t shake this kind of cold 300 miles out of Mansfield Waiting for the clouds to unload