well there’s buildings in this here town
rise above the tallest mountains
the sky up there will watch you
with an unforgiving eye

and there are bridges in this here town
like statuettes in little fountains

there ain’t nothin like a mountain
if you’re looking to get high

well this whole place
it really don’t become me
there ain’t no way
to explain why

there are drugs and there are lovers
but my friend there ain’t no other
there ain’t nothing like a mountain
if you’re lookin to get high

well there’s sadness in a woman’s eyes
salty as a shallow ocean
as she’ll stare at you for ages
till your throat is hot and dry

yeah they’re movement knows no boundary
ain’t no comfort in her motion
there ain’t nothin like a woman
for to learn you how to cry

this whole place it really don’t become me
there ain’t no way
to explain why

there are friends are there are lovers
we must choose one or the other
there ain’t nothing like a woman
for to learn you how to cry

well there’s money in this here town
stained with guilt of those who made it
sharp regrets the ones who lost it
or the ones that it’s led astray

well the money in this town
stacks up taller than the buildings
in pursuit of all that money
we might piss our lives away

in this whole place it really don’t become me
there ain’t no way to explain why

there are men and there are dollars
those that lead
and the ones who follow

there ain’t no thing like an airplane
to let ‘em know you mean goodbye

there ain’t no thing like an airplane
to let ‘em know you mean goodbye

That’s more AJ Roach, “Mean Goodbye.”  You can download it here. I don’t know if I can point to one particular place in that song that fits me most.  I can’t believe I had never heard this music before Liz - it’s symbolic of our relationship how much her taste in music has changed my life.

I’ve spent my whole life leaving places.  I left home when I was 13, and never looked back.  I left Washington when I was 18, to a new life in a place I idealized - I thought New England was the symbol of success for me.  After four years at an Ivy, I gave up New England for DC, where I thought I’d find… well, I don’t know what I thought I’d find.

I grow tired of places.  Tired of Washington, tired of New England, tired now of DC… but more than that I’m tired of saying goodbye.

Let’s find a place, let’s buy a house, let’s settle down.  Anywhere but… oddly enough, New England.