All the cities in the world
And so very little time and
So many different girls...
All you have to do is find them
There’s a wealth of opportunity
You're making plans accordingly
A pitty but the pretty ones are usually more touristy
Say: how’d you like to run away from these machines?
Everywhere the spies are printing out our dreams
Seven stops in seven different countries
Seven page itineraries memories thick as Bloody Mary
Jesus Joseph bloody hell
Right now we're here in Boston
In love with downtown crossing
New York will still be there in the morning
Come back to bed my darling

I had Julian and Steve
You had Julia and Jeanette
You wear your terror on your sleeve
For all the men I haven’t met (yet)
I had Oliver in Potsdam you had Elanor in Amsterdam
We’re keeping scores so carefully
We’ve missed the state we’re in completely
Honestly your foot is out the door and I’ve got
Scores of offers elsewhere and keep both feet
Planted firmly in the air
And tomorrow you can totally
Erase me from your mind but really
Everything is fine

Because right now we’re here in Boston
In my apartment in the South End
Forget your friends in London
Come back to bed my darling

You can put the details in a letter
The more embarrassing the better
Right now we can be happy if I choose to
I know that in the morning I will lose you...

And maybe you’ll be mad
And maybe i’ll be gray
Before we really understand
Or maybe it won't matter anyway
We’ll find out that your mom was right
And you’ll admit you’re really gay
And maybe we’ll wake up
In a city far away
Or maybe we’ll make up
And buy a house and have a dozen kids
Who’ll run away it doesn’t matter anyway

Right now we’re here in Boston
N I M B F R T O feeling
Don’t worry who these jokes will all be lost on
Come back to bed my darling
There is nothing in the world that we can count on
Even that we will wake up is an assumption
But I know for a fact that I loved someone
And for about a year he lived in Boston
In Boston...