"You took a train to the south side of 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'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 you're all grown now. There's smoke seepin' out of your bloody teeth But you're home somehow."