In Brooklyn

Somebody's not sleeping Up in the big house creaking. Here come the shuffle of the feet in Through the open door. You can get about your dreaming Think about the places that we've been in And pick a book up from the library With your eyes closed - Hide in the corners at the Museum Any time that you want. All roads would end at the park Braving the snow in a sleigh 'Till the day grew dark. Think about back when We were living in Brooklyn. Pay a visit to the diner When it was a little grey a little while there When we didn't need the F-train or anyone We'd take our blessings and we decorate Up the second floor. Keeping all the little patches For hours and tears That were spilled on the Brooklyn Quilt Packing the apartment Up into boxes Calling it 'way back when' We were living in Brooklyn. We were handing out blankets And so many things we took for granted We felt like speckles on the brownstones Of the avenue Sometimes you get a lot more That you can hold onto. From the slope to the green hills You show me your teeth from the paint peeling carousel. Bringing our children Home in a New York taxi - Telling your story Now you can tell it back to me Beginning with Brooklyn. When we were living in Brooklyn. We were living in Brooklyn.