pull out all the stopsnwe are coming home tonightna pair of old boxing glovesnin a new fightnwhere every single scarnwell it means something to menas if life wrote down my historynnbottles and road signsnsound like tires on bent wheelsnour hands and feet and ordinary thrillsnwhen we unlocked all the doorsnjust so we could finally breathenjust so we could sew down these torn up sleevesnnhere we stand with a wolf like shadownhere we stand in the endnhey New York here's our wolf like shadownhey New York our old friendnnthis roof could be my bednblankets feel like the night skynblankets feel better the heavier they getnred lights can mean gonI'll take us homenI'll take us homencut down the blinds from my windowsnI stood back on the couchnremembered this is my lifenwith my hands over my headnfriends by my sidennhere is where we'll gonI'll take us home