Boston Accent
I was born three thousand miles from where I came alive
And I left without saying a word to start a new life
But sometimes, in some random bar, it'll cut through the noise
Like a breeze, in the summer heat, like an old friend's voice
A boston accent
Well, my brother, he got kicked out of school
Yeah, my mom threw him out
And my sister, she lives three streets over and two houses down
And my father is buried in town by his father's side
And me, I spent my whole damn life just trying to hide
A Boston accent
Moving through the crowd on that first night
Lit like angels by the Citgo sign
We walked across the bridge just to kill some more time
'Fore you had to go home
Now you live in a pretty nice house out on Paul Revere road
And you married some kid from our class who I didn't know
And I saw you at Christmas Mass and you still looked the same
I could almost feel your hands in my hair and you whisper my name
In a Boston accent
We moving through the crowd on that first night
Lit like angels by the Citgo sign
We walked across the bridge just to kill some more time
'Fore you had to go home
Now there are doors that you can't open
And some you can't close
And my sister, she's getting married in June
But I don't think I'll go
And sometimes, in some random bar, it'll cut through the noise
Like a breeze, in the summer heat, like an old friend's voice
And you can change every inch of your life, but you're still just a boy
With a Boston accent
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
And I left without saying a word to start a new life
But sometimes, in some random bar, it'll cut through the noise
Like a breeze, in the summer heat, like an old friend's voice
A boston accent
Well, my brother, he got kicked out of school
Yeah, my mom threw him out
And my sister, she lives three streets over and two houses down
And my father is buried in town by his father's side
And me, I spent my whole damn life just trying to hide
A Boston accent
Moving through the crowd on that first night
Lit like angels by the Citgo sign
We walked across the bridge just to kill some more time
'Fore you had to go home
Now you live in a pretty nice house out on Paul Revere road
And you married some kid from our class who I didn't know
And I saw you at Christmas Mass and you still looked the same
I could almost feel your hands in my hair and you whisper my name
In a Boston accent
We moving through the crowd on that first night
Lit like angels by the Citgo sign
We walked across the bridge just to kill some more time
'Fore you had to go home
Now there are doors that you can't open
And some you can't close
And my sister, she's getting married in June
But I don't think I'll go
And sometimes, in some random bar, it'll cut through the noise
Like a breeze, in the summer heat, like an old friend's voice
And you can change every inch of your life, but you're still just a boy
With a Boston accent
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
Credits
Writer(s): Donovan Clark Woods, Matt Nathanson
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