You took a train to the south-side of BostonYou showed me where your old man stayedTook twenty-eight years of blood I was lost inTo feel loved on my own birthdayAnd I always felt like I was in-betweenSomething like home and somewhere far awayBut tonight on the West side in a bar out in BrooklynI saw tears outline your face
How lucky are we? It's been a hell of a weekBut you're all grown nowThere's smoke seepin' out of your bloody teethBut you're home somehow
And I'll be upstairs with the guitar I was givenWhen 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 cityAnd maybe I lost all hope tooTook 28 years of blood pumping through meTo get to this evening with you
How lucky are we? It's been a hell of a weekBut we're all grown nowThere's smoke seepin' out of the bar down the streetBut we're home somehow
How lucky are we? It's been a hell of a weekAnd we're all grown nowThere's smoke seepin' out of the bar down the streetBut we're home somehow
You took a train to the south-side of BostonYou showed me where your whole heart stayedTook 28 years of blood pumpin' through meTo feel loved on my own birthday