boston lyrics

All the cities in the world and so very little time
And so many different girls, all you have to do is find them
There's a wealth of opportunity, you plan your trips accordingly
A pity but the pretty ones are usually more touristy

Say, how'd you like to run away from these machines?
Everywhere the spies are printing out your dreams
Seven stops in seven different countries seven page itineraries
Memories thick as Bloody Marys, Jesus, Joseph, bloody hell

Right now we're here in Boston
In love with downtown crossing
New York will still be there in the morning
Come back to bed my darling

Four years thrown away on vows we never kept
Forty five minutes every day religiously devoted to regret
Time we could have spent on medication thrown away on education
And we planned to take a trip to Scotland but we never made it

How'd you like to run away from these machines?
I had Julian's and Steve's, you had Julia's and Jeanette's
You wear your terror on your sleeve for all the men I haven't met
(Yet)
I had Oliver in Potsdam, you had Elanor in Amsterdam

We're keeping track so carefully
We've missed the state we're in completely
Honestly your foot is out the door
And I've got scores of offers elsewhere and keep both
Feet planted firmly in the air

And tomorrow you can totally erase me from your mind
But trust me everything is fine because

Right now we're here in Boston
In my apartment in the south end
Forget your year in London
Come back to bed my darling

You can put the details in a letter
The more embarrassing the better
Right now I can be happy if I choose to
I know that in the morning I will lose you

And maybe you'll go mad
And maybe I'll go gray and pack up to Berlin
Or maybe it won't matter anyway

We'll find out that your mom was right
And you'll admit you're really gay
And maybe I'll wake up in a city far away

Or maybe we'll make up and buy a house
And have a couple kids and Labrador and microwave
But anyway

Right now we're here in Boston
In Eden where you almost pulled your pants down
Don't worry who these jokes will all be lost on
Come back to bed my darling

There is nothing in the world that we can count on
Even that we will wake up is an assumption
But I know for a fact that I loved someone
And for about a year he lived in Boston