Young New England - Transit

If you’re too drunk to walk

Along the streets of cobblestone

You know Boston never drinks alone

Boston never drinks alone

If you’re too drunk to walk

Along the streets of cobblestone

You know Boston never drinks alone

Boston never drinks alone

I carried you into the house

You wrapped your arms around my neck

I thought they’d never let me go

I guess they did, I guess they did

And that night we drove around

And we laughed and cried

And you cried a bit

I kept you until you slept

I walked down your steps

With no regrets

If you’re too drunk to walk

Along the streets of cobblestone

You know Boston never drinks alone

Boston never drinks alone

If you’re too drunk to walk

Along the streets of cobblestone

You know Boston never drinks alone

Boston never drinks alone

And we sing until the sun comes up

And we drink our glasses dry

Every skyline, every street sign

We don’t stop risking our short time

Always working through the weekend

An uphill battle for a few good nights

Over and over again, young New England

Over and over again, young New England

We traded in our small towns

For those big city dreams

With your head up on my shoulder

And my heart under lock and key

Let’s take the time to look around

And forget what we missed

And I’ll walk back up your steps

With no regrets

I got no regrets

If you’re too drunk to walk

Along the streets of cobblestone

You know Boston never drinks alone

Boston never drinks alone

If you’re too drunk to walk

Along the streets of cobblestone

You know Boston never drinks alone

Boston never drinks alone

And we sing until the sun comes up

And we drink our glasses dry

Every skyline, every street sign

We don’t stop risking our short time

Always working through the weekend

An uphill battle for a few good nights

Over and over again, young New England

Over and over again, young New England

Sing until the sun comes up

Oh, young New England

Drink those glasses dry

Oh, young New England

Every skyline, every street sign

Oh, young New England

Don’t stop risking your short time

Oh, young New England

And we sing until the sun comes up

And we drink our glasses dry

Every skyline, every street sign

We don’t stop risking our short time

Always working through the weekend

An uphill battle for a few good nights

Over and over again, young New England

Over and over again, young New England

Over and over again, young New England