You took a train to the south sideBoston you showed me where your old man stayed.Took 28 years of blood I was lost in to feelloved on my own birthday.And I always felt like I was in between something like home and somewherefar awaybut tonight on the west side in a bar out in brooklyn i saw tears out of my faceHowlucky 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 somehowTowed me upstairs with the guitar I was given when I was barely fourteenWhen 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 tooTook 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.Howlucky 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 stayedTook 28 years of blood pumping through me To feel loved on my own birthday