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