Boston

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 make your plan 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 our 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

I had Julian and Steve, you had Julia and Jeanette
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 scores so carefully
We've lost 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
Not really, everything is fine because

Right now we're here in Boston
In my apartment in the Southend
Forget your friends 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 be mad and maybe I'll be gray
Before we really understand 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 we'll wake up in a city far away
Or maybe we'll make up, buy a house
And have a dozen kids who'll run away, it doesn't matter anyway

Right now we're here in Boston
And I am [Incomprehensible]
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, in Boston