Oh Mr. Boston, they're all the craziest days Slippery, sauced, and riding the laziest wave You must have lost them when you let loose illusions Tie your shoes and move your hunting water for snakes Oh Mr. Boston, do you move when you lose? You know I'm lost and I'm oh so very confused You're chasing, chasing, singing the Clearwater blues And you're the radio-friendly you I guess I'll never learn If you know the words, sing them back Now I think its your turn I'm through Is that too much to ask? Oh Mr. Boston, when did it get dark? I think I knew you, think you knew from the start You're chasing, chasing The window clear color art I'm gonna figure out all the parts I guess I'll never learn If you know the words, sing them back Now I think its your turn I'm through Is that too much to ask? 'Cause I am not coming back for days No, I'm not coming back for days Maybe you never knew the words to my songs All along I was all out of tune and sleeping So just sing them wrong I guess I'll never learn If you know the words, sing them back Now I think its your turn I'm through Is that too much to ask? 'Cause I am not coming back for days No, I'm not coming back for days