Lyrics

[Verse 1] The Brooklynn Dodger Sinks the foul shot Sees the changes And unties the knot Says Jack the Ripper Killed like six people max Then plays Daytripper On the bari sax [Chorus 1] The luxury of living in the past Her name was Charlotte, she studied fashion in Montreal [Verse 2] The LA Dodger Turns the telescope Toward the forest trees Of the Pacific Slope Says, "You know you can trace The patterns in anything? And you can bet that this summer It's all happening" [Chorus 2] The luxury of living in the past Another answering machine that will listen to you We'd like to leave the door unlocked for a while One more weekend waiting at your back steps [Instrumental break] [Chorus 3] The luxury of living in the past Another answering machine of man who will listen to you There's always fear in letting go One more weekend bus ride home from New England, hey!