a weekend in harwich the summer air in june jimmy stuart is in my head throwing ropes around the moon i m wanting to touch you leave you calling out my name get lost in the mood with you so we ll never go back there the same let the world disappear until there s nothing but you and i my dear won t we be something a weekend in boston the fall air in our clothes i ll get lost in this bed with you and never find my way home so turn down the lights and keep sade playing low all the places that you ve never been is where i want to go let the world disappear until there s nothing but you and i my dear won t we be something don t let the outside world in it s just you and i tonight and i d love more than anything to wake with you here by my side