I know you're just passing by
And Boston's just a site
Along your way up to Vermont
But if there's not a time of day
You have to be there stay with me
For as long as you want
When this whole thing is over there'll be hell to pay
I know you're just passing through
It's not like I'm the the one for you
And you are not my man
But if nobody else comes up
Then let's pretend that we're in love
For as long as we can
And if it last a minute
or an hour
or a hundred days
when this whole thing is over there'll be hell to pay
No matter how I prep myself
I cannot be prepared for hills
I build with my own hands
But when this whole thing goes that way
It's comforting to say
That it was always in the paths
You go back to Brooklyn because I could never make you stay
With all those people looking and their staring eyes and what they say
Let's go out for dinner and abacinate this passing day
When this whole thing is over there'll be hell to pay
Hell to pay
Hell to pay
[Thanks to guillermomoralesjeff for adding these lyrics]