See some snow fallin' down.
Feel the cold all over me.
See myself on the frozen lake.
I watch frosbite come over me.

Here we are now, going to the Maineside.
I snail mail my friends and we start to cry.
Cry all night, we cry all day.
We look for reasons to stay.

Here we are in the Pine Tree State.
Sellin' its paper jobs overseas.
Lost a couple million, nobody knows where.
Maybe we should've stayed with M.A.

Here we are now going to the Maineside.
Rifles in hand as we go deer hunting
Young people all leave, although some may stay
Waiting for my graduation day.

Where there's,
Jobs and oppurtunites and my application.
Lay low.
Lay low.

Here we are now going to the Maineside.
I look at my friends as they decide.
Although we have limited cash.
We're looking for a way outside.

Here we are now going to the Airportside
My friends and I get tickets to Cancun.
Fly at night, fly out of BIAside
Hopefully we won't come back.