I always knew that I would live and die in Boston
When I was five I put my hands into cement and you knelt beside me
It dried up and hardened so fast

We packed our bags and headed south
Leaving them behind, never coming back
To those same small hands that pulled you through a crosswalk
Ready for whatever's coming next

Someday I hope you find everything you want
And just forgive me for everything I'm not
I'll try and hide how damaged I've become
Oh my god, why is the world so sad?

I always knew that I would live and die in Boston
When I was five I put my hands into cement and you knelt beside me
It dried up and hardened so fast

I guess I found my way back home but those hands no longer fit
(I was never any good at saying sorry, thank you for that.)
But I'm ready for whatever is whatever is coming next

I always knew that I would live and die in Boston
When I was five I put my hands into cement
And you knelt besides me
It dried up and hardened so fast