Julia Gagnón - Here in Maine

{Verse 1}
I was a raised a mile from the border
Where the gas is two bucks and a quarter
And the pine trees line the highway like
There's nothing but this road in sight for miles
And it feels like I've been playing dead
Watching kids run through the fiddleheads
And the deer they sky the highway like
Our exit might be up at any hour

{Chorus}
Here in Maine
Here we stay
Here we make the most of little things
A day defined by anything but tourists

{Post-Chorus}
One, two, three

{Verse 2}
Watch the big bucks leave before September
Left us with some road rage to remember
And the pine trees line the highway like
There's nothing but this road in sight for miles
It might ask me for a level head
Stacking wood inside a wooden shed
And the deer they sky the highway like
Our exit might be up at any hour

{Chorus}
Here in Maine
Here we stay
Here we make the most of little things
A day defined by anything but tourists

{Bridge}
And we all say we could leave today
Take the train to greener pastures and bay
We're seventy years and I live down the door
Short and unfamiliar city roads
And we all say we could leave today
Take the train to greener pastures and bay
We're seventy years and I live down the door
Short and unfamiliar city roads, roads, roads

{Chorus}
Here in Maine
Here we stay
Here we make the most of little things
A day defined by anything but tourists
Here we make the most of little things
A day defined by anything but tourists