617

I picked up the phone dialed 617

Her voice was so far away

Send my love to my family and friends in the city

I'll be back home in just one more day

I miss my city

Where I'm never alone

I've been to the edge of the highway

Boston I'm coming back home

My eyes on the road and my foot's on the pedal

My knuckles are white on the wheel

The radio cries out a Hank Williams tune, but it don't quite explain how I feel

I miss my city

Where I'm never alone

I've been to the edge of the highway

Boston I'm coming back home

I'm racing away from the sunset

I'm chasing the October moon

The miles tick away and the white linesthey fade

Gonna bring it on back home to you

I miss my city

Where I'm never alone

I've been to the edge of the highway

Boston I'm coming back home