Last Thursday night, Boston town, I watched your bag while you bought a ticket to Chinatown. You took the nine, I took the ten, this ad is just to say I’d really like to see you again. I get strung out, get paralyzed, I leave my voice at the gate in the town that I left behind. You’ll go on home, you’ll get to bed, you’ll fall asleep while I’m thinking of things that I wish I’d said. Bus girl, I chase you in my dreams every night, I watched you climb aboard and out of sight, I I want to lose myself in you tonight.