Back to the beginning I mentally retreat To a city called Boston 40 Warwick Street Some memories are bitter Some were sweet But they equal out On my balance sheet
Occasionally When I chose to talk About summers in Boston And Winters in New York I remember being at My great-grandmother’s knee In Boston, Mass She was Granny to me
See that’s how I spent My formative years Between New York and Boston Steady switching gears A product of both cities Or so it appears Back when television sets Had rabbit ears
Grammer school in New York High school in Boston Are some of the things That my mind gets lost in There’s more I could tell About What’s In-between That I haven’t mentioned Like what I’ve seen