pull out all the stopswe are coming home tonighta pair of old boxing glovesin a new fightwhere every single scarwell it means something to meas if life wrote down my historybottles and road signssound like tires on bent wheelsour hands and feet and ordinary thrillswhen we unlocked all the doorsjust so we could finally breathejust so we could sew down these torn up sleeveshere we stand with a wolf like shadowhere we stand in the endhey 
New York here's our wolf like shadowhey 
New York our old friendthis roof could be my bedblankets feel like the night skyblankets feel better the heavier they getred lights can mean go
I'll take us home
I'll take us homecut down the blinds from my windows
I stood back on the couchremembered this is my lifewith my hands over my headfriends by my sidehere is where we'll go
I'll take us home