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
And 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 h*** of a week
But you're all grown now
There's smoke seepin' out
of your bloody teeth
But you're home somehow
And I'll be upstairs with the
guitar I's given
When I was barely fourteen
When did McGlinchеy's
get so crowded
And why are thе
crowds so d*** green
I lost my mind on the
streets of the city
And 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 h*** of a week
But we're all grown now
There's smoke seepin' out
of the bar down the street
But we're home somehow
How lucky are we
It's been a h*** of a week
And we're all grown now
There's smoke seepin' 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 twenty-eight years of
blood pumpin' through me
To feel loved on
my own birthday