This Is the Place

This is the place

This is the preschool where we used to go

These are the streets

These are the dollar-vans and delis that I used to know

This is the church

Where everyone knew me by name

This is the place

Where nothing changes and where nothing is ever the same

Wanna take a detour?

What about the cake?

We've got time

This is the street (What street?)

This is the block where you can pick up whatever you need

Ten-dollar shoes, fake nails, a broken record-player

Cuban quesadillas and weed

I used to ride my bike around this neighbourhood

I never thought I'd run out of space

And the cats in the bodegas

The kids on every corner playing pickup

And graffiti on the subway baby

...This is the place

WAIT!

I know this place!

This is the street from the beginning of Ghostbusters 2

(I dunno, maybe?)

This is the scene we see Sigourney Weaver

Step in psychomagnotherical goo!

Are you serious?!

Right over there that's Brooklyn Public Library

My grandma used to take us to read

And the sounds along the avenue (the lights in every window)

If you're looking for the beating heart of Brooklyn baby

...This is the place

And you actually lived here?

For twenty years

And this still counts as real New York?

This is Brooklyn, man, this is the only part that's real!

This is the place

Where you can come and watch the city on Saturday nights

This is the place

That pizzeria makes the greatest white slice in South Crown Heights

Hundreds of cabs fly by into Manhattan

Hundreds of trains roll down to Coney Island

Thousands of planes fly out and never know

Whatever happiness they're trying to chase

This is the place

This is the street