You took a train to the south side of boston

You showed me where your old man stayed

Took twenty-eight years of blood I was lost in

To feel loved on my own birthday

I always felt like i's in between somethin'

Like home and somewhere far away

But tonight on the west side in a bar out in brooklyn

I saw tears outline your face.

How lucky are we?

It's been a hell of a week, but we're all grown now

There's smoke seepin' out, of your bloody teeth

But you're home somehow.

I'll be upstairs with the guitar i's given

When I was barely fourteen

When did mcglinchey's get so damn crowded

And why are the crowds so damn green?

I lost my mind on the streets of the city

Maybe I lost all hope too

Took twenty-eight years of blood pumpin' 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

There's smoke seepin' out, of your bloody teeth

But you're home somehow.

How lucky are we?

It's been a hell of a week, but we're all grown now

There's smoke seepin' out, of your bloody teeth

But you're home somehow.