your wild years

long for the words with hearts and wings

something familiar when you miss everything

you rest your head against the window pane

feet on the dash through a steady rain

i drove you home while you slept in the front seat

after a show at the stone pony

watched you wake so god damn sweetly

over the walt whitman bridge back to philly

i toss and turn at four in the morning

petrified of where our future is going

'cause you're the kind of girl that deserves the world

i'm just the kind of guy that promises the world

so i fix a drink nice and strong in the kitchen

something quick that'll cure my conscience

creep back to bed and i kiss your forehead

maybe everything is fine and it's all in my head

a little irish in your blood

a little polish in your name

a little boston in your attitude

just the way you were raised

a little irish in your blood

a little polish in your name

a little boston in your attitude

just the way you were raised

just the way you were raised

just the way you were raised

just the way you were raised

just the way you were raised

we drove up to massachusetts together

your old house was just like you remembered

we stayed in your adolescent room

rummaged through the boxes labeled former you"