You took a train to the south side of Baltimore
You took a train to 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 was in between Something 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 you're all grown now
The smoke's seeping out of your bloody teeth But you're home somehow
And I'll be upstairs with the guitar I was given when I was barely fourteen
When 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 too
Took twenty -eight years of blood pumping through me To get to this evening with you
How lucky are we? It's been a hell of a week, but you're all grown now
The smoke's seeping out of the bar down the street But you're home somehow
How lucky are we? It's been a hell of a week, but you're all grown now
The smoke's seeping out of the bar down the street But you're home somehow
How lucky are we? It's been a hell of a week, but you're all grown now
You took a train to the south side of Boston You showed me where your whole heart stayed
Took twenty -eight years of blood pumping through me To feel loved on my own birthday
How lucky are we? It's been a hell of a week, but you're all grown now
