You took a train to the south side
Boston you showed me where your old man stayed.
Took 28 years of blood I was lost in to feel
loved on my own birthday.
And I always felt like I was in between something like home and somewhere
far away
but tonight on the west side in a bar out in brooklyn i saw tears out of my face
How
lucky are we,
it's been a hell of a week,
but you're all grown now.
The smoke's seeping out of your bloody teeth,
be your home somehow
Towed me upstairs with the guitar I was given when I was barely fourteen
When did McGlinchey's get so crowded and why are the crowds so damn green?
I lost my mind on the streets of the city and maybe I lost all hope too
Took 28 years of butt pumping through me to get to this evening with you.
How lucky are we?
It's been a hell of a week,
but we're all grown now.
The smoke seeping out of the bar down the street,
but we're home somehow.
How
lucky are we?
It's been a hell of a week and we're all grown now.
There's smoke seeping out of the bar down the street,
but we're home somehow.
You took a train to the south side of Boston You showed me where your whole heart stayed
Took 28 years of blood pumping through me To feel loved on my own birthday