we spend our days waiting and saying “i can’t wait”
talking about the summer how it’ll be so great
and how we’ll get out of this city and leave our troubles far behind
hop on a train or greyhound bus in search of people just like us
drunken with our wanderlust we’ll keep searching for what we know we’ll never find.

and everything will be different
once we make it to the mountains
the hope in our destination
is all that we are counting on
to get us all the way to Asheville, North Carolina
where friends and fires wait for us under the stars
and i hope that when we get there we’ll remember why we came
because it’s a long, long way
from the Massachusetts Bay
and these mountains may never be our home.

and on summer nights we’ll set our sights on someplace else
hoping maybe there we’ll find our simple wealth
or those amazing kids we met there whose names have long since slipped our minds
and fast as any hot-shot train we’ll hop back on the road again
send letters back to our mountain friends and set out to see what we might find.

and everything will be different
once we make it to the ocean
only then can we forgive ourselves
the promises we’ve broken
and i hope that when we get there we can call this place our home
because it’s a long, long way
to the San Francisco Bay
and these beaches may never be our home.

once the novelty wears off we’ll find the same old shit
that drove us from the last place and the one before it
and slowly it will dawn on us, everywhere is pretty much the same
and if we want something new then we have got some work to do
until we get in the dirt and grab some tools, nothing’s ever gonna change.

and everything will be different
once we get back to the city
'cause when we get there we’ll start building
all that we’ve been searching for
i’ve been from shore to shore my friend and neither of them shine
all you get is all you build and building takes some time
and i know that it won’t be long
before we’ll feel that urge again.
'cause it’s a long, long road
and there’s so much we don’t know
i guess i’ll finish this song when I get back home.



Lyrics submitted by displacedfever

Boston to Asheville song meanings
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