Boston

It's been a while since I been keeping my guards held up high

Marked by a line in the snow of Boston winter

Long premises, false promises have frozen what's once warm

And I've lost track of the innocence remain
And the dreams of old-time love starts gliding in
And a trip to Foxborough hurts to the skin

I wanna go back home and bathe in sunshine till I glow

Just to feel something I haven't had in years

I long to see her hazel eyes and wavy, fragrant hair

Singing songs up on the old maple treehouse
Back when I could put all trouble on a pause
And the hardest thing to get was lollipops

The bagels don't hit anymore, Bill Burr stopped making sense

As the spring approaches fast from Vancouver

I'm packing all my things to see all faces that I miss

But a part of me still wants to start over
Should I go home and bury all the desire?
To find a piece of solitude I sought after?
And spend the rest of my days in the gutter