Lost in Boston

There's nothing more to it
The traffic lights turn red to green

All scattered on the lawn
We’re cramming our stuff in the back
Are making me exhausted
Lost in Boston
For miles around

And nothing’s going on

I hear you calling from our street
It's pissing rain, the leaves are
Now, you can hear us shout
Yeah, I’m coming out
It was Fleet Week last week

I’ll be right down

And all the sailors couldn’t sleep
A hundred thousand blinking lights
This night has lived too long
A hundred thousand blinking lights
Nothing’s going on
This night has lived too long
Of the car and heading on uptown

Tell everyone the officers are gone
Drinking rum and chocolate
Somewhere uptown
Raining mud on shiny suits
Mini skirts and high heeled shoes