12 tickets in Boston
I would have forgotten
But an old man once said to me
"Hold tight to the cotton
That covers your heart and
Never let go of that feeling
Cuz it slowly fades
And you'll wish you were there
Tugging at the seams
Of the fibers you shared."
12 tickets in Boston
Is enough to care
I never wanted to draw a line in the sand
Shoot so high, I always end up in the trash can
But I catch myself head down with a stick in my hand
So maybe once in a while, I'll cancel my plans
Turn around and ponder what I can't understand
Yeah, the best is yet to come
But look at where we stand
5 friends in a new town
I've been here a while now
I thought that I'd know the whole city
Sometimes when we go out
The boys say, "You know 'bout
Half of the zip code already."
But I'm missing home
The familiar air;
The kind that never placed
Too much pressure to bear
But, 5 friends in a new town
Is an answered prayer
I never wanted to draw a line in the sand
Shoot so high, I always end up in the trash can
But I catch myself head down with a stick in my hand
So maybe once in a while, I'll cancel my plans
Turn around and ponder what I can't understand
Yeah, the best is yet to come
But look at where we stand
Oh, oh, oh
"Could it ever get better than this?"
Is what I'm asking from the sidelines
Should I pull the plug or give it a kiss?
Cuz I'm caught within the confines
Of a standard that I've made up
Full of calculated fake love
Or was it always part of me that I missed?
I never wanted to draw a line in the sand
Shoot so high, I always end up in the trash can
But I catch myself head down with a stick in my hand
So maybe once in a while, I'll cancel my plans
Turn around and ponder what I can't understand
Yeah, the best is yet to come
But look at where we stand
