No one knew my name in California either.

She said, "I think I'll go to Boston.  I think I'll start a new life.  I think I'll start it over where no one knows my name.  I'll get out of California--I'm tired of the weather.  I think I'll get a lover and fly him out to Spain.  And I think I'll go to Boston.  I think that I'm just tired.  I think I need a new town to leave this all behind.  I think I need a sunrise; I'm tired of the sunset.  I hear it's nice in the summer-- some snow would be nice.  You don't know me, you don't even care.  Boston: where no one knows my name.  Where no one knows my name.  where no one knows my name -- Boston.  No one knows my name."