You're from Fort Worth
And the things you love about it have not changed
Moved to Memphis
Ain't it funny how home never stays the same
But now you're gone
And I don't want anything from you, no, no, no
It's been so long
That I don't hear anything form you but news
But you're headed back to Boston
You loved waves of grain
Till you learned that it's a word for wind and wheat
But I've learned your face
Like the texture of the bread, the grain I eat
But now you're gone
And I don't want anything from you, no, no, no
It's been so long
That I don't hear anything form you but news
But you're headed back to Boston
Tangerine, from what I've seen you are rotten
Tangerine, from what I've seen you are rotten
But now you're gone
And I don't want anything from you, no, no, no
It's been so long
That I don't hear anything form you but news
But you're headed back to Boston