Story Behind the Song
I went to college in Boston and my junior year got my first apartment in the Back Bay area. The building was old and one side of it was sinking. My roommate and I would sit on rolling chairs and let gravity pull us across the room. I won't even go into the roach problem! After college I moved to Nashville. Looking through the rose-colored glasses of nostalgia, I found myself actually missing this place.
Lyrics
1ST VERSE
My apartment on Peterborough Street
Had windows so big, they framed a whole dogwood tree
But the sun fell on floors that tilted to one side
The kitchen had no cupboards, it was three feet wide
Peeling plaster and knocking pipes
The radiator banged and hissed through the night
I was never so happy in my whole life
Nothing ever beat
My apartment on Peterborough Street
2ND VERSE
There was a boy who lived down the street
He said his blinds were adobe, but I teased him that they're pink
Rudy downstairs never failed to annoy me
With his loud German polkas and blaring Beach Boys
I used to watch my neighbors walk past
The Spanish grocery store and the laundromat
I saw it all, perched like a cat
From my window seat
Of my apartment on Peterborough Street
BRIDGE
But now I live here
With my rich blue carpet and finely papered walls
But no one knocks, yeah they rarely call
So I close my eyes, my mind flies back to -
3RD VERSE
My apartment on Peterborough Street
Where friends came often and stayed 'til three
There was music and laughter, sometimes even food
And just around the block a good game of pool
Hitchcock movies, Ben & Jerry's ice cream
Long, long talks about life and our dreams
You're so full of hope when you're nineteen
Oh, life was good
Yeah, life was sweet
In my apartment on Peterborough Street
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