| Every time I walk along this street, I think of you | 
| And given it’s the city’s major thoroughfare, I’m screwed | 
| Taking an alternative’s a little hard to do It’s the street I live on Massachusetts Avenue | 
| There’s the crosswalk where a milk truck almost ran me down | 
| The day I finally saw you when you got back into town | 
| I don’t know if you saw me, 'cause I turned so quick around | 
| Hiding into traffic, clearly dying to be found | 
| Do you remember crying in the park and shutting up? | 
| Do you remember running and me trying to catch up? | 
| Do you remember loving me more than I could be loved? | 
| I chased you for so long, and when I caught you, I gave up There’s no other way to get to work | 
| After all these years, it just gets worse | 
| Memories so dull and well-rehearsed | 
| Storrow Drive is pretty in the springtime | 
| Storrow Drive is pretty in the fall | 
| You don’t have go home in a straight line | 
| You don’t have to go back home at all | 
| There’s the cemetery where I broke your heart in two | 
| And there’s the pair of stones that we had laughed was me and you | 
| I stared at them a long time, and I asked if it was true | 
| If I still really loved you | 
| And they answered | 
| Yes, I do | 
| (I do) | 
| People come and go, but these four lanes will never move | 
| Little peach and exes' Jeeps eventually die, too | 
| Even if the russians came and named it something new | 
| It would always look like Massachusetts Avenue | 
| Storrow Drive is pretty in the springtime | 
| Storrow Drive is pretty in the fall | 
| You don’t have go home in a straight line | 
| You don’t have to go back home at all | 
| Storrow Drive is pretty in the springtime | 
| Storrow Drive is pretty in the fall | 
| You don’t have go home in a straight line | 
| You don’t need to be alone at all |