Boston

She comes from Boston, works at the jewelry store

Down in the harbor where the ferries come to shore

She never really knew how good it would feel

To finally find herself in a place so warm and real.



She wears a Red Sox cap to hide her baby dreads

The girl she was in New England is different now and dead

In all the local bars she flirts and tells the boys

While they're talking, she's from Boston.



She comes from Boston, talks to her family now and then

Through e-mails and post-cards she tries to explain to them

That education and occupation will have to wait for now

She loves the Rosta Reggae rhythms, her dreams have changed somehow.



She wears a Red Sox cap to hide her baby dreads

The girl she was in New England is different now and dead

In all the local bars she flirts and tells the boys

While they're talking, she's from Boston.



Her toes dig deep, and deeper in the sand

She's seduced by the sunsets and her new life at hand.



She wears a Red Sox cap to hide her baby dreads

The girl she was in New England is different now and dead

In all the local bars she flirts and tells the boys

While they're talking, she's from Boston.



She wears a Red Sox cap to hide her baby dreads.



From Boston.

She came to this island from Boston...