Georgetown

What I miss about it, what I miss about it Georgetown What I miss about it, what I miss about it Georgetown When I think about it, I get fevered & hear Martha call my name It's a bright blue morning & the songs sound familiar in Georgetown When I think about, when I think about it Georgetown When I think about, when I think about it Georgetown Now they're telling us the tide is turning & here we'll make our stand But I don't remember waves This far inland in Georgetown 
The more I think about it, the more I think about it Georgetown The more I think about it, I shouldn't think about it Georgetown Cause the more I think about it The less I'm sure I'll ever find my way back Cause I doubt anymore I could find it on a map, Georgetown Yeah the more I think about it The less I'm sure I'll ever find my way back Cause there's no way I could put a pin on a map For Georgetown...Georgetown...Georgetown.