Come back home to the hearth you wallowed
All that time, out your own damn body
Soul worn down to the pavement, bloody
The corner store still takes our rubbish
To the bay state, where we'll lay down in the ground
To the lady, with a pin stuck in her frown
To the warehouse, allowed for me to dream
To the vibrant college scene
To the addicts coming clean
To the place apart of me
Oh, New England
Our, New England
To live and die in New England
Oh, New England
An autumn paradise
Come back home to the ones who raised you
All that time in the cold, dark basement
All grown up in the face, black and blue
The old red line still takes you where you want to
To the bay state, where we'll lay down in the ground
To the lady, who grew up by herself
To the shipyard, oh, dad had used his hands
To the Sunday football stands
To the sea wall where I planned
To the place I've grown a man
Oh, New England
My New England
To live and die in New England
Oh, New England
An autumn paradise
Faith on its pages
She teared away
What she bound for me
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Wait up for ages
She's on the way
But hid her crown from me
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Kept her in favor
I call the lady
Back in town again
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Oh, oh, hm, hm
Thinks she's a slave for
The time away
No more frowns, baby
Can't stand to think she's farther now
