All the cities in the world
And so very little time and
So many different girls...
All you have to do is find them.
There's a wealth of opportunity,
you plan your trips accordingly.
A pity, but the pretty ones are
Say, how'd you like to run away
Everywhere the spies are printing
Seven page itineraries, memories thick as Bloody Marys,
Jesus, Joseph, bloody hell.
Right now we're here in Boston,
In love with downtown crossing.
New York will be there in the morning.
Come back to bed, my darling.
Four years thrown away on
Forty-five minutes minutes every
day religiously devoted to regret.
Time we could have spent on medication thrown away on education,
And we planned to take a trip
to Scotland but we never made it.
away from these machines?
I had Ju lian's and Steve's.
You had Julia's and Jeanette's.
You wear your terror on your sleeve for
all the men I haven't met (yet).
you had Elanor in Amsterdam.
We're keeping track so carefully we've
missed the state we're in completely.
Honestly, your foot is out the door and I've got scores of offers
elsewhere and keep both feet planted firmly in the air,
And tomorrow you can totally erase me from your mind,
but trust me everything is fine,
Right now, we're here in Boston,
In my apartment in the south end.
Forget your year in London.
Come back to bed, my darling.
You can put the details in a letter,
The more embarrassing the better.
Right now I can be happy if I choose to.
I know that in the morning I will
Or maybe it won't matter anyway.
We'll find out that your mom was right
and you'll admit you're really gay.
And buy a house and have a couple kids
and a Labrador and a microwave.
Right now we're here in Boston.
In Eden, where you almost pulled
Don't worry who these jokes
Come back to bed, my darling.
There is nothing in the world
But I know for a fact that
And for a about a year he