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