I am not from Boston But I dream of Sunday afternoons In Harvard square Fingers curled in chain link fence I battle with you from the other side But you don't fight fair Caroline, You were a friend of mine, But not anymore Now you're just a number in my book Kick it in, Step on the chest and break me open Thousand-seven words Come flooding in my head when you're not here Then they disappear Secrets I have held too long I should not be lonely when you're gone Something's wrong Caroline, You were a friend of mine, But not anymore Now you're just a number in my book Caroline, Come on and take me out to the pictures Enchantée, Ever so great to know you, see you never