SUNDAY MORNING, GOT NOWHERE TO GO
MONTESSORI ON THE RADIO
NOTHING, NO ONE, NOWHERE ALL AT ONCE
NOTHING NEW HERE, NOTHING MUCH TO LEARN
NOTHING TO SEE, ONLY BRIDGES BURNED
ALWAYS AUTUMN, ALWAYS THE FIRST SNOW
AND THE NIGHTS, THEY WILL SHOCK YOU TO THE CORE
AND LEAVE YOU ALWAYS WANTING MORE
HARVARD SQUARE IS OVER
DON’T YOU FUCKING CALL ME MOONLIGHT GRAHAM
WILLIAMSBURG IS OVER
IT WAS OVER BEFORE IT BEGAN
A MONTH OF SUNDAYS PASSES RIGHT THROUGH YOU
GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PRESENT CALLS TOY OU
ON THESE STREETS OF IGNORANCE AND WANT
THE MISSING PIECE IN YOUR COLLECTION
GRIEF AND STATIC AND MISSED CONNECTIONS
SIX BILLION FACES YOU DON’T KNOW
AND THE NIGHTS, THEY WILL SHOCK YOU TO THE CORE
AND LEAVE YOU ALWAYS WANTING MORE
HARVARD SQUARE IS OVER
DON’T YOU FUCKING CALL ME MOONLIGHT GRAHAM
WILLIAMSBURG IS OVER
IT WAS OVER BEFORE IT BEGAN
