pull out all the stops

we are coming home tonight

a pair of old boxing gloves

in a new fight

where every single scar

well it means something to me

as if life wrote down my history



bottles and road signs

sound like tires on bent wheels

our hands and feet and ordinary thrills

when we unlocked all the doors

just so we could finally breathe

just so we could sew down these torn up sleeves



here we stand with a wolf like shadow

here we stand in the end

hey New York here's our wolf like shadow

hey New York our old friend



this roof could be my bed

blankets feel like the night sky

blankets feel better the heavier they get

red lights can mean go

I'll take us home

I'll take us home

cut down the blinds from my windows

I stood back on the couch

remembered this is my life

with my hands over my head

friends by my side



here is where we'll go

I'll take us home