The Decemberists
O New England
We’d come seven hours down
Took the blue line to see where we hopped out
And I was only joking, I was only joking
And I was only trying to get a laugh

You say this was the furthest that we had come
We traveled so far to watch it fall undone
And I had lost my token, you were looking bent and broken
Staring sideways with the rain coming down
But I am so enthralled

O New England
La da dum dum
O New England
La da dum dum

This here is the fable of a failed attempt (fabled failed attempt, oh-oh)
To find new life in a love in the seat of its origin (failed attempt, oh-oh)
From Long to Coney Island, from Mid to West to Upper Highland
And all I got is this ill-gotten full color souvenir
The new millennium in New York

And all of New England
La da dum dum
O New England
La da dum dum
O New England
In the face of your empire
I think I’d rather just wait in the car
And return to the turnpike
Watching New England’s skyline sinking below
Sinking below
Sinking below

We’d come seven hours down
We’d come seven hours down, down
We’d come seven hours down
We’d come seven hours down, down