All the Girls Up In Boston

I heard your song on the freeway and your broken voice made me hesitate

They say time's a bottle in your living room, you walk right past, je pense je suis perdu

And all the stars in the Everglades, they draw their light from the Palisades

Like a sailor's wish for a hurricane, and all he gets is a hair-filled drain

So you walk for miles on an open road, and the boys they tell you you should just go home

Where the soup is hot and the music warm, the perfect place just to spend the storm

And all the girls up in Boston

You left your mark on you and me

A tale to tell to your parents

They wear their scars for you to see

The missionary's filled with heartache, so he's dragging ass all 'cross the state

And he's throwing Bibles down the wishing well, said I swear to god, this shit just feels like hell

So you cross the bridge on the 78, with a pack of matches and an ace of spades

Said I'm going on to a better place, fuck out my way won't make the same mistakes

And all the girls up in Boston

Have left their mark on you and me

A tale to tell to your parents

They wear their scars for you to see