Boston

The early September breeze breaks
As these humid days pass
And I find myself wandering the Charles
As the crew skate the glass
I could swear I hear
Through this Brooklyn tree hush
The Beacon Hill lamplights retire
And the backyard brick falls as I ride away
On the ivy lines
Up to Boston
Up to Boston
You say that my lack of attendance
Has finally unravelled you
And the orange October sun sets
As our rope runs ary
And you tell me
I'm not mature enough for this
And frankly, you're probably right
So I watch you turn steady
Toward heavy steps
And retreat again
Back to Boston
Back to Boston
Now all my days are thrown
And all these bitter nights alone
I drink my glass
To break this season's fall
Do you think of me at all?
Do your parents smile
When they mention me
Along the Cape Cod row
Oh, I miss you so
Now my things sit huddled alone
By the single lamp light
And all this room seems to remind
All the things we did right
Maybe next year
I'll do as I've said
And give up these worn Brooklyn ways
And perhaps you and I will retrace our steps
By the waterline
Up in Boston