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 the steady rain I drove you home while you slept in the front seat After a show at the Stone Pony Watch you awake 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's 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 remember We stayed in your adolescent room Rummaged through the boxes labeled "former you" The souvenirs of happiness in the moment Your wild years that you often mention The sands of time in an hourglass That you're always begging for back I got drunk in the afternoon with your father in the living room As the television broke the silence You smiled, know that I was trying the best that I can do 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