New Hampshire

New Hampshire I saw a modest dream The kind that can't speak up And lost before it's let out In the north we hold our tongues But down here I believe When you pull your hair back it's so easy to see This has not been thought through There are things that we've done that we cannot undo There are things I can't hear when we're telling the truth At a table out in Bethel When I was thirteen The criminals were saying Liked how I was silent The cold was the container For the sparseness of our speech The expression in our hands Was all that we'd need But down here I believe That I made a big deal with a girl that can't bleed Now I see red and black And evening that kills I want to take it back An evening that kills and I can't take it back I'm going home back to New Hampshire I'm so determined To lay in lakes and see my sisters I will hit my brother and hold my mother This probably won't work out We might not live forever While there's nothing to confess Please pay attention And I know that it's brief There's not nearly enough in one night to have seen What you had in your hand Was much more than the gold that I let go to grab So much more than the gold that I let go to grab