The lights are burning bright in Boston.
An early mornin’ fog hugs the ground.
I’m wandering the streets, and I’m wondering,
At all the broken dreams lyin’ ’round.
My heart hurts me so,
And I long to get home,
But it can’t be found.
No matter where my feets are walkin’,
No matter where I hang my hat,
I marvel at the scenes I witness,
And I long to be a part of them.
My heart hurts me so,
And I long to get home,
But it can’t be found.
(1989)
Lyrics: Wicasta Lovelace
Music: Wicasta Lovelace
