I still love the little details about you

Like how you wore a tail every Friday when you were in high school

A luxurious, long, fluffy thing

It’s all I needed to know

I may not have been innocent then

But at least I had passion

At least I wasn’t bored

And one of these days, I’ll make it to Washington State

Go down to Portland, sidle along the West coast

Then across the Pacific, away from you

There’s no music scene in Boston anyway

Just graveyards and empty ships

Then up into space

I heard the International Space Station takes refugees these days

And crashing, aflame, back to bed with you

Where we lay in fever

Where one of us is in heat

And the other dreams of escaping away

Guess I’ll go to Canada

Guess I’ll live with the geese

I won’t wait for change

I can’t wait for change