I walk across Storrow to the water

I thought I'd watch Boston wipe the sleep from it's eyes

And as the sun goes down over Cambridge

I look around and find that there is no one I can share this with

I've got your number in my pocket

But I don't think I can call it ever

Because I feel like I'd start to frequent

These walks alone at the break of morning if I did

This all starts to feel so typical

There are things that I hope and the things that I know

When it's you and the city at 5am

These thoughts tend to flutter and there's no way to stop them

I'm just waiting for the sun to come up

I'm not sure what exactly happened

It seemed alright and then it vanished with those words

I remember how your body felt

And how hours later I could still smell your skin

I've got your number in my pocket

But I'll never call it, because I don't think that I should

I couldn't stand to start to frequent these walks alone at the break of morning

While everything sleeps

This all starts to feel so typical

I wanted to stay but I knew I should go

And when it's you and the city at 5am

These thoughts tend to flutter and there's no way to stop them

I'm just waiting for the sun to come up