You took a train to the south side of Boston
You showed me where your old man stayed
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 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
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
You took a train to the south side of Boston
You showed me where your old heart stayed
To feel loved on my own birthday