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