28 के बोल

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