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I picked up the phone dialed 617 Her voice was so far away Send my love to my family and friends in the city I'll be back home in just one more day I miss my city Where I'm never alone I've been to the edge of the highway Now Boston I'm coming back home My eyes on the road and my foots on the pedal My knuckles are white on the wheel The radio plays out a Hank Williams tune But it don't quite explain how I feel I miss my city Where I'm never alone I've been to the edge of the highway Now Boston I'm coming back home I'm racing away from the sunset I'm chasing the October moon The miles their going and the white lines they fade Gonna bring it on back home to you I miss my city Where I'm never alone I've been to the edge of the highway Now Boston I'm coming back home I miss my city Where I'm never alone I've been to the edge of the highway Now Boston I'm coming back home Home, home, home