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