Your silly notes, your gypsy clothes
Are all scattered around in my head
It's been so long since I had a home
You're the only thing that comes to mind

When I think of the place
That I need to be when I sleep
You and me, you and me, you and me
Gotta love

But I cant explain but we've aped
More then most to get here
So I pray that this time
We both understand that from
Belgrades to Boston
We're much better off holding hands

An envelope that you scribbled on
And those old grey pajamas
That I used to wear crumbled up
On your side of the bed

And I cant quite explain what I mean
But I'm trying so hard
The windows are closed
And the air's blowing hot, but I'm freezing

Oh darling, come home
'Cause winters alone are like punishments for things
That we haven't done wrong
And I know, time apart, it won't last
'Cause from Belgrades to Boston
We're much better off holding hands
We're much better off holding hands
We're much better off holding hands

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah