Family

When you go and the wind blows you home

You were wrong and the fault was your own

We were always gonna end up back here

Friends who stayed, ones who raged and wrote and appeared

The difference between a rut and a grave is an inch

Caught in between the earth and a rock like a pinch

I don't sit so well

On the banks of Boston

You are in my blood

You are in my blood

And you hung up to dry and you're strange

You're strange god knows, but you're loved, loved, loved

You resolve that you're never looking back

You were young, far too young for words like that

We were always gonna end up back here

Friends who stayed ones who rage and wrote and appeared

The difference between a rut and a grave is an inch

Caught in between the earth and a rock like a pinch

I don't sit so well

On the banks of Boston

You are my blood

You are my blood

You are my blood

You are my blood

You are my blood

You are my blood

You are my blood

You are my blood

You are my blood

You are my blood

You're hung up to dry and you're strange

You're strange God knows but you're loved, loved, loved

I don't sit so well

On the banks of Boston

You are my blood

You are my blood