Lyrics

She was the film critic fo-or the Washington Post
He was a Long Island boy on his own
She reviewed films calling in
To his radio show
He never went anywhere too far from home
(Yeah) Never too far from home

She took his hand and she led him out to the West End
They watched the lesbians coming of age
They drove for miles and miles
Starting at PTI
He left really early and so missed the end

And those Chevy Chase nights
And those Chevy Chase hills
She was loving Paul Rudd
He was not really thrilled
All those Washington nights
In those Rock Creek Park hills
Above all the lights
She had great writing skills