Mass Ave - Bleecker

Drinking brew for breakfast

After wakening up in #121

Take the buss down to Porter

Trying to smile at the summer sun

Between Arlington and Cambridge

Walking down Massachusetts Avenue

Feeling nothing in particular

Looking for a hole to crawl into

These borderland days, when you really don’t care

These borderland days, neither here nor there

These borderland days

Stop by Joe Sent Me

Nothing special but it’s all right

There’s a TV hanging over the counter

Live from New York, it’s Saturday Night

Waiting for my Joe Frazier Burger

I can’t figure out the girl and her tears

But I’ve got the world’s finest bourbon

Accompanied by the king of beers

These borderland days, when you really don’t care

These borderland days, neither here nor there

These borderland days

Looking for some distance

Trying to find me some perspective

I’ve worn down my resistance

The means is the objective

These borderland days, when you really don’t care

These borderland days, neither here nor there

These borderland days

Borderland days