The invisible city
Shining in the sun
I can never return there
You could have been anyone
Long, long nights on the roof deck
Dreaming of the mission hill
Port wine, cigars and guillotines
Looking over Sommerville
Tambourines and rapids
Filling up the railings with sound
I held on oh-so tight to you
Until we both, we both hit the ground
Was it an optical illusion
Near the Oregon line
An absentminded capo
Commits the perfect crime
We slithered through Pennsylvania
With a Vermont mountain man's touch
We were cruising for cheese-steaks
We weren't asking too much
Touching down on the midway
Hanging out the driver's side door
Saint Louie blues on the doorstep
And stealing alms from the poor
There was Timothy Leary
With the Hawaiian Punch guy
Mozart, Picard and the tin man
And King Charles, and the tide
In the invisible city
Where I turned into you
And nothing ever really happens
And nothing is really true
Chorus
A new Identity
Cambridge Memory
On top of the town
We're not coming down
A higher perspective
Urban detective
Telescopic view
I'm looking for you
Chorus