Texty: Todd Rundgren. Boat on The Charles.

Boat on the Charles
Train on a spur, down by the riverside
The door's open wide

Planes in a line, just seven miles away
They leave every day

And someone's always going south
A guy with a truck here about
Is going New Year's Eve

Why don't you leave?
Why don't you leave?
Why don't you leave?

Why don't I leave
I can't make myself believe

No one really cares for me here
I can't make no sense of this place and I fear
I can't spend another day without hearing from you
Throw my life away and pass my body through into the Charles

Boat on the Charles
Bird on a wire outside my window pane
It's started to rain

Buses in line just seven blocks away
They leave every day

And someone's always asking me
Why I can't seem
To make myself see
That you won't answer me

Why don't you leave?
Why don't you leave?
Why don't you leave?

Why don't I leave
I can't make myself believe

No one really cares for me here
I can't make no sense of this place and I fear
I can't spend another day without hearing from you
Throw my life away and pass my body through into the Charles

How many times can a man be told?
How many times before I lose control?
I don't give a damn for my immortal soul
It's just about time I let my insides show
So here I go

Here I go
Here I go