boston

Is Boston made of dreams?

Or what's left of them?

I heard the church ring its bells

I heard you were doing well

But in Boston, all I see

Is only you, is only you, is only you

I get complacent, I know

(But it never meant I don't care)

But you had the patience for me

(And gave it all away)

I know I get upset

And I know you're getting tired

And I know I make mistakes

But you always seem to get me by

And once I thought I knew

Every time, I knew nothing at all

Nothing at all

Nothing at all

So if Boston's made of dreams

And I'm holding onto things that I shouldn't be

I'll let it go

I'll lay it down

For you