Springfield, MA

indie art-rock, art punk, indie rock

[Verse 1]
On State Street, wet with rain
Bus hiss through the paper dawn
I count the cracks in the curb
And the pigeons on the pawn shop sign

Mum says, keep your head down
But the schoolyard fence leans in
With a penny in my pocket
And a bruise-shaped grin

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, the river keeps its secrets
Oh, the bridge keeps its line
I can hear the old mill turning
Somewhere under my spine

[Chorus]
Springfield, Springfield, hold me right
Springfield, Springfield, split the night
In the blacktop heat, in the porchlight glow
Springfield, Springfield, don’t let go (don’t let go)

[Verse 2]
At the food court in the mall
We laughed with our mouths half full
Orange soda on my sleeve
And a summer almost cruel

There’s a train cut through the morning
Like a scar through the hills
And every mile back home
Hits hard and sits still

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, the river keeps its secrets
Oh, the bridge keeps its line
I can hear the old mill turning
Somewhere under my spine

[Chorus]
Springfield, Springfield, hold me right
Springfield, Springfield, split the night
In the blacktop heat, in the porchlight glow
Springfield, Springfield, don’t let go (don’t let go)

[Bridge]
[Half-time]
I left with a plastic suitcase
And a mouth full of dust
But every road I took
Folded back to us

The bodega screen was flickering
My name in the glass
And I saw the boy I was
Run straight past

[Chorus]
Springfield, Springfield, hold me right
Springfield, Springfield, split the night
In the blacktop heat, in the porchlight glow
Springfield, Springfield, don’t let go (don’t let go)

[Outro]
Springfield, Springfield
Hold me right
Springfield, Springfield
Through the night