Слова:
Griffith Nanci

Boston to Southshore in the back of the bus It's the last winter storm of the season and such And I am lost to the fiction of the book in my lap The snow

The wing and the wheel they carry things away Whether it's me that does the leavin' or the love that flies away The moon outside my window looks so lonely

Gonna wake up crazy to the cry of the trains on Beacon Street So far from home, so far from love, so far from a friend in need And all I need is a heart

So much silence to my hometown streets Gonna put my cheek to the window and watch it sleep Where the shadow's fall from sycamore trees Fight off this

My friends think I'm crazy and maybe it's true 'Cause I'll go on and love you this way Though I have discovered that you love another And hardly remember

Take this heart of mine out the winter And let the new life of Springtime come rest at our door May the soul of my brother never bow to the wicked And

My daddy was a longshoreman in New Orleans My mamma kept score just watchin' the Mardi Gras Oh me, I sat on the front porch watchin' the rails roll out

Your late night conversation Telephone call and an inspiration For a heart to recall, had a tumble and fall And my friends all say I'm lazy Clumsy at

I saw you on the avenue You looked so tired and a little blue You were in your Sunday best With your father's tie upon your chest Hey, you always stood