Watching the game on mute
So you can hear the crowd going crazy - right beside you
You can hear Big Papi's bat slam the ball - out of the stadium
The voices of screaming Bostonians booming in the streets
The same streets that once carried bodies after the Boston Massacre
The same streets that echoed with Paul Revere's warning yells and bells.
Sometimes, if you turn just right,
You can smell the fresh salt of the Boston Harbor
You can hear the cars moving swiftly through the cobble stone streets
Under the dim lights, on nights like these,
I love sticking my head out the window out of my apartment
and listening
Listening to voices
The crowd
and the game
The heart beat of Boston.