Letra
Intro
Bass pulse, steady and deep.
Jocker Wink...
The cold wind blows.
The harbor waits.
Boston.
Verse 1
I arrive in Boston.
The bricks are very old.
The stories in the air...
Are waiting to be told.
I walk the Freedom Trail.
The path is long and wide.
I feel the city spirit...
There is nothing left to hide.
Verse 2
The Charles River flows.
Reflecting all the lights.
I watch the golden dome...
In the middle of the nights.
The people are so busy.
The mind is very sharp.
I play my rhythm here...
With a heavy, heavy harp.
Chorus
Boston, you are classic.
Boston, you are strong.
I am walking through your streets.
Singing my dark song.
From the harbor to the school.
The energy is bright.
Jocker Wink is here...
In the middle of the night.
Outro
Bass vibrates.
Boston.
History.
Power.
(Whisper)
The city of thinkers.