The Walkmen Follow

Lost in Boston
Drinking rum and chocolate
A hundred thousand blinking lights
Are making me exhausted

It was Fleet Week last week
And all the sailors couldn't sleep
Mini skirts and high heeled shoes
Raining mud on shiny suits

Tell everyone the officers are gone
This night has lived too long

It's pissing rain, the leaves are
All scattered on the lawn
We're cramming our stuff in the back
Of the car and heading on uptown

And nothing's going on
This night has lived too long
Nothing's going on
There's nothing more to it

Now, you can hear us shout
For miles around
Somewhere uptown

I hear you calling from our street
The traffic lights turn red to green
I'll be right down
Yeah, I'm coming out

Lost in Boston
Drinking rum and chocolate
A hundred thousand blinking lights
Are making me exhausted