Bottle of red, bottle of white
My dad sent to me the other night
In the box there was a postcard just for fun

Saying everyone is proud, we miss you son

See my mother on Skype

Hear my sisters through postcards they write
Watch my niece grow through Instagram
Yeah, around the world my body will roam, but my soul's in New York

My soul's in New York

Light creeps in the hotel from the sun

All the homies left a voicemail from the pub
Thinking of you, we'll pour out a beer
But god damn, Jon, we wish you were here


See my mother on Skype
Hear my sisters through postcards they write

Watch my niece grow through Instagram
Yeah, around the world my body will roam, but my soul's in New York
My soul's in New York


See my mother on Skype
Hear my sisters through postcards they write

Watch my niece grow through Instagram
Yeah, around the world my body will roam, but my soul's in New York
My soul's in New York