Boston - The Dream Syndicate

Come back to Boston as soon as you can

The whole thing ain’t gone down according to the plan

Morning when I wake up I don’t like what I see

And late at night my dreams are terrifying me

Well, I was walking by the river in the early morning dew

Singing out lines from «Cypress Avenue»

I wonder where he stood when it all came down

Come back to Boston before I hit the ground

And the winners stand confused

They don’t want to be misused

And the losers that came before

Say «I don’t want to be here anymore.»

Well, I was standing on the back porch

Looking at the books: poets, politicians, beauty queens and crooks

I wonder where they stood when the inspiration came

Come back to Boston before I jump the train

Come back to Boston or I’ll meet you halfway

Somewhere by the middle of the interstate

We can take it on down to some cold, deserted lake

And come back to Boston before we make the same mistake