Old man, I heard some things about the boy you used to be. No father, no king, just a broken old man broken by the whiskey. Too afraid to stay, too smart to not leave, Too young to be a bird who forgot to sing, And a ground that never knew the knees Of a boy and his own tale of two cities. "Sometimes a man breaks, sometimes he can't bend When his youth is a wound time won't mend. (Never the best of times) Sometimes a man breaks, sometimes he can't bend At the thought of peace as something only lent. (Only the worst of mine) Sometimes a man breaks, sometimes he can't bend When his son is another one who won't understand": The Irish temper, it's history's chains, And the bottle's stain that just won't wash away. But a seed was planted in the sod of nothingness, From which you came. And flowers grew and roses bloomed To form this garden of a life you've made. And in this city you once knew as hell Is a garden where I enjoy myself. And in this father I hardly know Was a son who took back what the bottle stole So I could be the boy you couldn't be Have the father you didn't get to see Have the youth you did not get to live Or feel the love this world forgot to give. And for this gift I don't deserve to get I'll make damn sure I earn this. "O' your friends say Boston's beautiful, But they didn't live here, they didn't die here In the Hyde Park years. O' your friends say Boston's beautiful, But they didn't live hard, they didn't die hard When sons dragged out their fathers from bars. O' your friends say Boston's beautiful, But they didn't dream here, they didn't scream here When no one hears. O' your friends say Boston's beautiful, But they didn't hide here, they didn't cry here When little boys weren't allowed to shed their tears." There just aren't enough men like you.

Hard bark on the family tree October leaves on Massachusetts' trees. A sight so fleetingly free Just how October leaves Just how October leaves Just how October leaves Me On fire with the maple trees, On my knees with these leaves on these Boston streets, Praying to a god a godforsaken summer night stole (One night), one fight, one family swallowed whole. Some things just fall apart Some families stand like November trees: barren and stark. Some things just fall apart Some memories continue breaking this cold heart And some sons have a hard time Looking at things the same Looking in their father's eyes When both their heads hang in shame Highways home become oceans That I just can't swim And the rusty gates of Eden lock To never let me in. Let me in Oceans of emotions we've got to swim Well I open my eyes I can't see that family I can't see that home So I'll just keep them closed Outside the door with these open arms, With the warmth of the maple tree. If these trees can't replaces these scars Then let their leaves just bury me Let their leaves just bury me.