And the things you love about it have not changed Ain't it funny how never stays the same
And I don't want anything from you, no no no And I don't hear anything from you but news But you're headed back to Boston
'til you learn that it's a word for wind and weep But I've learned your face Like the texture of the bread the grain I eat
And I don't want anything from you, no no no And I don't hear anything from you but news But you're headed back to Boston
From what I've seen you are right to him From what I've seen you are right to him
And I don't want anything from you, no no no And I don't hear anything from you but news But you're headed back to Boston