knows, there's always a song.
I found this a few months ago…..perfect song, perfect lyrics….perfect for the circumstances. Huh….circumstances….that word makes it sounds as if something is happening to me. As if the moving monster has boxed up our stuff himself and is forcing us to move.(pffttt…..I only wish….)
Anyway, perfect song for the situation.
Boston
You're headed to Boston
You're gonna have the time of your life
You're
already thinking 'bout the end of us on the I-95
already thinking 'bout the end of us on the I-95
And I can tell when you
tell me New England is beautiful this time of year
tell me New England is beautiful this time of year
You'll be headed
back to Boston And I'll be staying right here
back to Boston And I'll be staying right here
'Cause somebody's waiting
and the future ain't mine to possess
and the future ain't mine to possess
The past I have little claim and
the present, well it's anyone's guess
the present, well it's anyone's guess
I can't tell if you'll tell me before you're gonna off and disappear
You'll be headed back to Boston
And I'll be staying right here
And I'll be staying right here
Should I hop in my car?
Would I make it
that far? Just to find out it's over before we start
that far? Just to find out it's over before we start
I could take a
shuttle plane wander the streets calling your name
shuttle plane wander the streets calling your name
Tell you all about
how you're breaking my heart
how you're breaking my heart
And it seems so unfair I keep thinking I see
your face everywhere
your face everywhere
But I know you're headed to Boston
And I know deep
down in my gut
down in my gut
You've already left me halfway through Connecticut
I can
tell when you tell me you're thinking about becoming a Red Sox fan
tell when you tell me you're thinking about becoming a Red Sox fan
You're gonna be headed back to Boston
And I'll be staying right where I
am
am
You're headed to Boston.
It's only a 3 hour drive and you'll be
scattering our ashes out the window on the I95
scattering our ashes out the window on the I95
And I can tell when you
tell me New England is beautiful this time of year
tell me New England is beautiful this time of year
You're gonna be headed back to Boston And I'll be staying right here
For the ones who can't find the words.
You know who you are and so do I.
This is so perfect…

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