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
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,
I'll take us home,
I'll take us home

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