Finally found some open road, outside of Allentown
Finally understood Nebraska
It turns out that those four tracks were meant for highway fields come tumbling down
And that’s exactly what I’m after
I long to be a writer, I long to wear that crown,
but most days I just pretendBecause if the words do come, it’s more an Irish rage come tumbling down
its not something I yet command
But I’m calling
Cause I just got off the phone with Rolling Stone,
Pushing 80 on the Pike outside of Charlton
And our song is
Playing on the radio
And I’m finally seeing highway signs for Boston
And I'll see you soon in Boston.
Tonight they put 14,000 watts behind
That song we wrote on the road to Lac-de-Loups
So let them judge if it was faith or imprudence that led us here
I’ll just keep my eyes on you, just like I always do.
But even if this ain’t, our ship that’s coming in
Know that every song I ever wrote was true
And as I’m counting down the miles, back to the ones who sing along
Know that all I’ve ever needed was you and Boston
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