Bottle of red, bottle of whiteMy dad sent to me the other nightIn the box there was a postcard just for funSaying everyone is proud, we miss you, sonSee my mother on SkypeHear my sisters through postcards they writeWatch my niece grow through InstagramYeah, around the world my body will roamBut my soul's in New YorkMy soul's in New YorkLight creeps in the hotel from the sunAll the homies left a voicemail from the pubThinking of you will pour outA beerBut goddamn John, we wish you were hereSee my mother on SkypeHear my sisters through postcards they writeWatch my niece grow through InstagramYeah, around the world my body will roamBut my soul's in New YorkMy soul's in New YorkMy soul's in New YorkSee my mother on SkypeHear my sisters through postcards they writeWatch my niece grow through InstagramYeah, around the world my body will roamMy body will roam, but my soul's in New York