28

You took a train to the south side of Boston
You showed me where your old man stayed
Took 28 years of blood I was lost in
To feel loved on my own birthday
I always felt like I’s 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 we’re all grown now
There’s smoke seeping out, of your bloody teeth
But you’re home somehow

I’ll be upstairs with the guitar I’s given
When I was barley 14
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 28 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 we’re all grown now
There’s smoke seeping 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 seeping out, of your bloody teeth
But you’re home somehow