Letra de Birds In Boston

What was stolen will come back to you
And what was lost will be in memories
Without a dream life is not worth living
One day all you have will be given for it...
In a bright morning out in Boston
When you've lost everything its hard to not feel free...
As the birds leaving Boston, when there's nothing left to see
So take my arms straight from the sockets
Take all my money from my pockets
You can take it all, cause that's not what moves me
It is the soul that rolls right through me...
Like a bright morning out in Boston
When you've lost everything its hard to not feel free
As the birds leaving Boston, when there's nothing left to see
I've got to tell you, I'm feeling nothing at all
Its really nothing at all, its only things and that's all
Cause it's a bright morning out in Boston
When you've lost everything it's hard to not feel free
As the birds leaving Boston, when there's nothing left to see
But the birds leaving Boston, with no reason to believe
To believe