AUGUSTANA LYRICS
"Boston"
In the light of the sun, is there anyone? Oh it has begun...
Oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed,
This world you must've crossed... you said...
You don't know me, you don't even care,
She said
You don't know me, you don't wear my chains...
Essential yet appealed, carry all your thoughts across
An open field,
When flowers gaze at you... they're not the only ones who cry
When they see you
You said...
You don't know me, you don't even care,
She said
You don't know me, you don't wear my chains...
She said I think I'll go to Boston...
I think I'll start a new life,
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,
I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,
I think I'll get a lover and fly em out to Spain...
I think I'll go to Boston,
I think that I'm just tired
I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...
I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,
I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice...
Boston... where no one knows my name...
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
A time when things were simpler and hearts were not yet jaded
Music overlapped each meeting, like a soundtrack from a great movie
the kind you would watch again
and again
The loud rumble of the Barracuda,
wine coolers and beer bottles, best friends in crazy clothes,
"she has potato chip shaped lips", and skull earrings
Sun shining bright on the Green Wall
the last talk by the pond on campus, Greek tragedies and epic poetry
a hot pink Fender guitar pic and a few photographs remain
to stop the world and melt
after the Challenger explosion and fear of Quaddafi
but before global warming and 9/11 and moves and divorces and new names
Boston
some snow would be nice
"Boston"
In the light of the sun, is there anyone? Oh it has begun...
Oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed,
This world you must've crossed... you said...
You don't know me, you don't even care,
She said
You don't know me, you don't wear my chains...
Essential yet appealed, carry all your thoughts across
An open field,
When flowers gaze at you... they're not the only ones who cry
When they see you
You said...
You don't know me, you don't even care,
She said
You don't know me, you don't wear my chains...
She said I think I'll go to Boston...
I think I'll start a new life,
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,
I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,
I think I'll get a lover and fly em out to Spain...
I think I'll go to Boston,
I think that I'm just tired
I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...
I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,
I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice...
Boston... where no one knows my name...
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
A time when things were simpler and hearts were not yet jaded
Music overlapped each meeting, like a soundtrack from a great movie
the kind you would watch again
and again
The loud rumble of the Barracuda,
wine coolers and beer bottles, best friends in crazy clothes,
"she has potato chip shaped lips", and skull earrings
Sun shining bright on the Green Wall
the last talk by the pond on campus, Greek tragedies and epic poetry
a hot pink Fender guitar pic and a few photographs remain
to stop the world and melt
after the Challenger explosion and fear of Quaddafi
but before global warming and 9/11 and moves and divorces and new names
Boston
some snow would be nice
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