Oh Mr. Boston, they’re all the craziest days
Slippery, sauced, and riding the laziest wave
You must have lost them when you let loose illusions
Tie your shoes and move your hunting water for snakes
Oh Mr. Boston, do you move when you lose?
You know I’m lost and I’m oh so very confused
You’re chasing, chasing, singing the Clearwater blues
And you’re the radio-friendly you
I guess I’ll never learn
If you know the words, sing them back
Now I think its your turn
I’m through
Is that too much to ask?
Oh Mr. Boston, when did it get dark?
I think I knew you, think you knew from the start
You’re chasing, chasing
The window clear color art
I’m gonna figure out all the parts
I guess I’ll never learn
If you know the words, sing them back
Now I think its your turn
I’m through
Is that too much to ask?
'Cause I am not coming back for days
No, I’m not coming back for days
Maybe you never knew the words to my songs
All along I was all out of tune and sleeping
So just sing them wrong
I guess I’ll never learn
If you know the words, sing them back
Now I think its your turn
I’m through
Is that too much to ask?
'Cause I am not coming back for days
No, I’m not coming back for days