Your Wild Years Lyrics - The Menzingers

Long for the words with hearts and wings 

Something familiar when you miss everything 

You rest your head against the window pane 

Feet on the dash through the steady rain 

I drove you home while you slept in the front seat 

After a show at the Stone Pony 

Watch you awake so god damn sweetly 

Over the Walt Whitman Bridge back to Philly 

I toss and turn at four in the morning 

Petrified of where our future's going 

'Cause you're the kind of girl that deserves the world 

I'm just the kind of guy that promises the world 

So I fix a drink nice and strong in the kitchen 

Something quick that'll cure my conscience 

Creep back to bed and I kiss your forehead 

Maybe everything is fine and it's all in my head 

A little Irish in your blood 

A little Polish in your name 

A little Boston in your attitude 

Just the way you were raised 

A little Irish in your blood 

A little Polish in your name 

A little Boston in your attitude 

Just the way you were raised 

Just the way you were raised 

Just the way you were raised 

Just the way you were raised 

Just the way you were raised 

We drove up to Massachusetts together 

Your old house was just like you remember 

We stayed in your adolescent room 

Rummaged through the boxes labeled "former you" 

The souvenirs of happiness in the moment 

Your wild years that you often mention 

The sands of time in an hourglass 

That you're always begging for back 

I got drunk in the afternoon with your father in the living room 

As the television broke the silence 

You smiled, know that I was trying the best that I can do