Family

When you go and wind blows you home
 You were wrong and the fault was your own
 We were always gonna end up back here
 Friends who stay and the ones who disappear
 The difference between the rut and the grave is an inch
 Your caught in between the earth and a rock like a pinch
 Chorus:
 I don t sit so well
 Under banks of Boston
 And you are my blood
 And you are my blood
 Your hung up to dry
 And your strange
 And your strange god knows
 but your love love loved
 You was all but your never looking back
 You were young far too young for words like that
 We were always gonna end up back here
 The difference between the rut and the grave is an inch
 Your caught in between the earth and a rock like a pinch
 Chorus:
 I don t sit so well
 Under banks of Boston
 And you are my blood
 You are my blood
 You are my blood
 You are my
 You are my blood
 You are my blood
 You are my blood
 You are my soul
 You are my blood
 Your hung up to dry
 And your strange
 And your strange god knows
 But your love love loved
 Chorus:
 I don t sit so well
 Under banks of Boston
 And you are my blood